This post will be one in a series of catch-up posts. I have missed blogging about some events in my life this summer, and I will start now by telling you all about my very first half marathon!
On May 5, Jesse and I ran the Lincoln Half Marathon. As you know, we trained fairly diligently for about four months, and our hard work definitely paid off. In preparation for the race, I also sent out some emails and raised $320 for St. Jude Children's Research Hospital. (Thank you again to everyone who donated!)
Running gear all ready to go! |
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Waiting, waiting, waiting... |
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Still a little sleepy |
The race officially started at 7:00, but we were far enough back that we didn't begin until 7:45. The announcer commented as we ran through the gate that there were already runners five miles out. Boy was that an uplifting thought!
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Almost to the starting line! |
Luckily, we received a burst of happiness and motivation as we rounded the very first corner and saw our friends Ursula and Adriane standing there with neon pink signs cheering us on.
The first mile of the race went by so quickly I was utterly amazed when Jesse pointed out the 1-mile marker on the side of the road. Our legs continued to fly, and as we finished up the second mile, we were overjoyed to hear the wonderful music of Less Talk, More Polka and spy our friend Kristin playing in the band. I yelled to her and waved. It was so nice and comforting seeing a familiar face.
As we started the third mile, I became aware that I was starting to become really warm. I guess I did dress warmly enough after all. As I ran, I took off my sweater and tied the sleeves around my waist.
However, about halfway through the third mile, we spotted my dad, who had come down to Nebraska a couple days previously. It was great to see him, to have someone who was there specifically to see me and Jesse. It was also great to have someone to give my sweater to. As we passed by, both Jesse and I threw our sweaters at Dad with a big "Thanks!"
Another mile down the road, we saw dad again! After he met up with us the first time, he hopped in his car and drove a little ways to surprise us. I stepped off the course to give him a hug, but he waved me on saying, "Go, go!"
At this point, much of the excitement had worn off, and I was ready to take a walk break. But Jesse pushed us forward, and I am so grateful he did. We kept running.
Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion of my half marathon story!
Until then,
Amy