I did it! I ran a half marathon! It was painful and crampy and my assessment around km 16 was that this was actually, when you got right down to it, kind of exhausting and not really that fun, so obviously the only thought in my mind right now is “Awesome! When is the next one?”
Did I train for a half marathon? No, not really – I’ve been running 60km/wk slowly for most of the year and my hamstrings reminded me fairly early in the race that they did not sign up for this running fast business – but I was in good enough shape to run a consistent 8-minute-mile pace the whole way and finish in 1:45:39.
Why am I so excited about this 5-minute non-PR? Well, because I had one goal: to run this race and feel good doing it. You know. “Good.” As in, “possibly crampy and painful but still positive.” “Good” as in “woohoo, I ate enough carbs and now I can actually move forward!” “Good” as in “Not beating self up with relentlessly negative inner voice.” “Good” as in “look, I ate the right things before the race and now I’m not dying of a stomach cramp!” (Yes, these are all real issues for me, a theoretical adult who should really know better.)
That kind of good. Sometimes it really is all about the minuscule things.