I did it! I didn’t stop to walk and I didn’t cry. You have no idea how many times I wanted to stop and walk, but my desire to avoid a blog post beginning with the word ‘Unfortunately…’ proved stronger.
30 minutes into the race, I glanced at my watch and thought, ‘Yes, they’ll be shouting now.’ Thank you all so much for your comments and encouragement. It means a heck of a lot to me.
So. Thoughts. The first five miles were a consistent medley of killer hills, one of which stretched on for two miles. The last three miles were a long, slow, straight line along the sea front with nothing to divert a soul from how tired their body was. I could feel myself slowing down with every step. These two challenges made this the slowest half marathon I’ve ever run (and I run slowly!) but hey… I was RUNNING slowly, not WALKING. I’m very proud of this fact.
I know in my heart that this is (probably) the last half marathon I’ll do. I proved something to myself with this one, but I ain’t no natural athlete. I love running for many, many reasons and don’t want to stop, but… You know when you’ve ticked a box, don’t you?
Right! Anyone want to see photos of me looking like a total, lardy idiot? Here you go!
Oh, and check out the totally awesome medal of brass loveliness, that I shall probably wear into the office tomorrow, saying, ‘What? This old thing?’
Now. Onto the really important matters. Which Sorbetto did I change into on OWOP Day 2 at my lovely guest house, where they allowed me to use the showers after the race? This one, blogged about in July last year:
What I really like about an-outfit-a-day sewing challenges, are that they throw a harsh light on the makes that aren’t working. This one isn’t. It’s too tight across the chest and through sheer impatience, I used a really cheap, coarse, stiff bias binding tape on the arm holes and neck line. A travesty if ever there was one. So today proved that this top needs to go into my scrap box, the fabric to be used on something else. No biggie. That’s the way things shake out sometimes.
It’s time for me to go and lie down on the sofa. Where’s a butler when you need one?