Apologies for no Facebook posts about my results… It turns out more people wanted to know than I thought!
So I last left you at my last run which was very average to say the least. There was a lot of doubt during the week and a final session with the physio towards the end of the week. His prognosis – “well, it won’t collapse or anything but you will have pain. It just depends how much pain you can take.” Oh great!
Oh dear – I was hoping this wasn’t going to be me…
By Saturday I was pretty nervous. I watched my mother-in-law and brother-in-law run great races in the 10km race that day and felt inspired by them going into Sunday. My only worry was that I walked to and from the car and around during the day and I was sore. Oh dear, if I was sore just after walking, how was I going to make it running 21.1km the next day.
So after A LOT of stretching, water, Voltaren and pasta I headed to bed early. A pretty restless night followed with Mr T deciding it was a great idea to come into our bed in the middle of the night, not to mention our dog barking non stop at one point and BW waking up from teething with his eye teeth. I managed to wake up every 30 mins worried I would sleep through my alarm.
I then decided on the morning to do something I’ve never done before. I lathered my whole leg from foot to back with Voltaren and took two Panadol before heading off.
It was an easy trip to the race and a bit of waiting and before I knew it I was in the start line.
We were off! I started running, taking it easy and was surprised that I didn’t have much pain. I think the Panadol was a great idea. So passing my little family down the road high fiving them all the way, I was feeling good. Then running to the half way mark and seeing some more supportive family with more high fives and I was feeling great. I was prepared for the tough way back but it was actually not that bad. I pretty much high fived strangers the whole way back to the finish line. Well in my defence they did have their hands out and most of them were kids…
At the 18km mark I started to feel a bit more pain and started to wonder if I could make it. Who was I kidding? I knew that if I had run that far there was no way I was walking… So I kept on. Got to about the 19km – 20km mark and this was when the adrenaline really kicked in. I started sprinting for the last 600m. Um I know, I have no idea how. I actually didn’t feel like I was even in my own body. I did take a sneaky look at my watch and knew I was pretty close to 2:15 so decided to go for it.
This was pretty much what I knew would happen if I stopped. I knew it would be more painful!
So….. I DID IT!!! I managed to finish my first half marathon in 2:14.48. I was very happy with that time and the best thing about the race I enjoyed every minute. At one point, I was saying in my head “This is amazing!” I know, I am a little weird.
Thanks so much for all your support. I have appreciated your motivation to get me through!
PS I am definitely NOT doing the marathon next year – that is just crazy talk but definitely looking forward to doing another half marathon.
PPS I am really sore… Mr T decided it would be hilarious after doing something a little naughty to say “You can’t catch me…” as he ran away. He is so smart!
Until next time