I am not exactly sure what possessed me to be persuaded by Katie in the first place to register for this. Maybe it was just so utterly ridiculous that I was temporarily confused but sign up we did.
It wasn't until last week that mini-panic attacks began to set in when the thought of running 13.1 miles would hit me from out of the blue. But then hope would prevail and calm me by providing joyful thoughts of fun, frolic and accomplishment. In a desperate attempt to stop these mini-panic attacks, I set our goals. There were two; to finish and to have fun. Hmmm, I thought, that makes it almost seem easy. Almost.
The run was easier than I thought - at first. It didn't seem to really get hard until around mile 8. It was strange, when my legs started to get stiff, it was actually easier to run than it was to walk. It was just a constant fight mentally with the brain screaming, STOP RUNNING, STOP RUNNING YOU STUPID PRINCESS! Alas, it was the goofiness that kept us going, including when I broke out in the song, Living on a Prayer, (ohhh oh, we've got to hold on to what we've got . . .We're half way there - Livin' on a prayer) at the half way mark.
My favorite moment though was around mile 11.5 when I looked over at Katie while we were running up a hill and said, "Hey, you wanna pray when we get to the top?" and all exasperated she replied, "I've been praying the whole time."
Okay, okay! That was my second favorite moment. My first was grabbing hands and crossing the finish line together.
I feel pretty good right now...unless I try to move.
