That's my unofficial time for the half-marathon. My goal was to finish in under 3 hrs. -- then as I came closer and closer to 2:45, I just forced myself to keep moving. The ramp up the bridge at the end was a killer, but after that, it was okay. (Ligaya saw a guy die up there when she finished! So close to making it . . .)
It was freezing -- just freezing. I wore my orange fuzzy gloves at the end. But at least it didn't rain. (Thank you, God.)
Thanks also to everyone who helped out with encouragement or good wishes. Thanks to Ligaya for running with me (well, driving with me, anyway. She was far faster.) Thanks to Charlie and Joey for being patient with all the training. Thanks to my sister Sue for her pride. Thanks to Carrie for being my 'training buddy.' (You'll do great yourself, Carrie!) Thanks to my friends on line for all their messages of support and congrats.
It's a big accomplishment, and I'm left with sore feet (very, very sore feet and several horrid blisters), sore legs and abs (what's with the abs?) and a good, tired feeling.
Maybe in a few days, I'll be able to contemplate another run. As for now, I'm just glad to have finished. It really wasn't all that bad.
And I got a medal and a rose (how fitting). After all, it was Portland's "Race for the Roses."
- I feel:accomplished
- I hear:Celine's "I Drove All Night" played close to the end