I need to stop comparing myself to others. What I accomplished in 2010 is fscking remarkable. Look at that. 561 miles covered by foot and bike. 334 workouts. WHAT?!
It’s no 1500-mile year. It’s no marathon. But it’s me. And I’m proud that I was able to do all this, amidst injury after injury and illness.
Suck it, Trebek. Suckit.
“The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.”
– John Bingham
It started out like any normal Sunday. Well, any normal Sunday where you get up at 4 a.m. to get ready and catch a bus at 5 a.m. to your first half marathon. You know, the usual. My first half marathon experience was nothing short of amazing. God spoke to me through Freddy Mercury, I never stopped to use the bathroom, I ran about 3 miles, I kept smiling and joking throughout and got to see almost every single teammate along the way. I am so grateful for this experience.
Me and Coach Anne – the cool kids in the back of the bus.
Team Challenge Wisconsin met for one last team cheer before the walkers nervously boarded our fancy bus to Napa. I was a ball of nerves. Yes, I’m smiling in the photos above, but my stomach was in knots. What had I done? Did I really sign up for this? What the hell was I thinking? Who in their right mind – at 249 lbs – would do a half marathon? I mean, really…
Well, I guess I’m that crazy fool.
Shortly after we boarded the bus, Dave, one of my teammates, said to me, “You look nervous.” Duh. Of course I was nervous. I had been dealing with an upset stomach all week leading up to this moment. Continue reading “Race Report: Starting (and finishing) my first half marathon”