Last fall, as several friends were training for Des Moines' half-marathon, I set a personal goal for myself - to run the half-marathon in October 2011. Little did I know, that I would attain that goal earlier than planned! One of my best friends, Amy, has become quite the runner in the last few years. Somehow, I let her convince me to run Des Moines' Dam to Dam 20k (that's 12.4 miles!) this spring (
http://www.damtodam.com/). Now, I have never been a runner, despite several attempts. I've run 2 or 3 5k's (3.1 miles) in my life and that's been the extent of it. So, approximately 13 weeks ago, I started a 12-week half-marathon training program. The first couple weeks were great - nothing further than 3 miles. Then I hit week 3 and had to run 4 miles. I thought I was going to die. No, really. I'd never run further than 3.1 miles, so 4 seemed like something Forrest Gump would do. Then it was 5 miles, then 6... then I got sick. Up until about week 10 of my training, I'd never run further than 7 miles - how in the heck was I going to run 12.4?!?! The panic had set in. Finally, the weekend before the big race, I really pushed myself and ran 9 miles. I figured that if I could run 9 easily, I could "gut out" the last 3. So, I ran those 9 miles, and afterwards, felt great! Like I could run another mile or so. I was finally feeling much better about 12.4.
June 4, race day. I got a great night's sleep the night before and was up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 4:00 am. I got dressed, had breakfast and it was time to head to the bus. Then it hit. Holy cow, I'm on my way to go run 12.4 miles. We arrived at the starting point at about 5:45 am and the race didn't start until 7. I don't think I sat still the entire time! I was still asking Amy "What do I do? Where do I go? What happens if...? When do I...?" Then POP! The starting gun. I was so happy to have my friend Lexi running with me the first half of the race. We were able to keep a nice pace together, and having someone to chat with really helped pass the time (and keep my mind off running 12.4. miles!) Next thing you know, I looked at my watch, and I'd been running for over an hour. Then, somewhere between miles 7 and 8, at the top of the "big hill," Taio's "Dynamite" came on the iPod and I got a huge burst of energy! I took off and didn't look back. With about 400 yards to go, I kicked it in to high gear and made a sprint to the end, the entire time scanning the crowd for Ethan, and maybe Amy and Sara. No luck. But I didn't care. I had a huge smile on my face and tears in my eyes. I made it. I ran 12.4 miles! I still can't believe it.
Pre-race carb load... (L to R): Sara, Amy, Lexi, me and Suzy.
Post-race... (L to R): Amy, me, Lexi, Suzy, Sara and Jennifer. We did it!