It’s official! On November 4th, 2014 I completed my fifth half-marathon.
My best friend completed her first.
My cousin completed her fourth.
Oh, and I forgot to mention- I’ve never been so happy to cross a finish line in my life.
The morning started out great. I bundled up in numerous layers, stuffed large amounts of tissues in my pockets, and put on my “turtle neck scarf”- ready to conquer Ohio’s cold November weather. I then was dropped off at the start, and met up with my bestie and cousin as we warmed up for the run.
At 9:00am the gunshot went off and we began this hilly and cold 13 mile run. Everything was going wonderfully. I was rocking out to Beyonce while running next to my best friend, and cousin. Then at mile 2.5 I passed my Brothers in my co-ed fraternity cheering me on while passing out water. (I even got a little choked up)
Unfortunately, once we hit mile 3, my side cramped up and I had to walk.
The sharp pain didn’t fully go away until somewhere in between miles 6 and 7.
I did a lot of walking in between these miles. Even stopping to stretch my side.
Luckily at mile 7 I took off on my runners high, hoping to gain back the time I lost.
I ran as much as I could- and walked only twice going up two very large inclines.
Then I finally crossed the finish line- with my slowest time ever- but hey, at least I did it right?
About 10 minutes after my best friend crossed the finish line and soon after my cousin followed.
Oh, also…I cried a lot.
So there’s my fifth 13.1 re-cap. Now, here’s some pictures(:
Never been so happy to get a medal.
Now onto marathon training!