It wasn't easy.
It wasn't exceptionally fun.
But I did it anyway.
I experienced a moment of clarity around mile 6 -
Hey! This is actually a good time! I'm totally AWESOME!
And then I experienced numerous moments of -
Hey. This....totally....hurts....I....didn't....train....enough. Why...is....that....Grandma....passing.....me???
I thought I would throw up. I was quite dizzy at mile 11.
I wanted to punch My Love in the face at mile 10...and 11....and 12....and 13.
But that would have taken too much energy.
But I did it.
This past weekend I ran a half marathon - 13.1 miles.
I ran my FIRST half marathon - 13.1 miles - 3 years after I started running.
I ran my first half marathon - 13.1 miles - 3 years after I started running, 8 months after the birth of my 4th child.
I did it in 2 hours and 27 minutes....and I am ridiculously proud of myself.
I am mama, see me run!****I have pictures....they are supposed to be in this post....but my computer thingy won't communicate with my external hard drive thingy....this is why everything should just convert to Apple. Seriously.******