I ran in the Fargo 1/2 Marathon last Saturday. It was an amazing experience. The weather was less than desirable: windy and cold. I optimistically wore a tank top and shorts and I was regretting that decision until I got into the run a few miles and started breaking a sweat. I felt really good until about mile 11, at which point a feeling of desperation came over me as I became acutely aware of every muscle in my legs and bum. But when I saw the finish line and my friends standing off to the side I felt great. Of course as soon as I stopped I felt horrible, but it was worth it and I would do it again in a heartbeat. Thanks to everyone who supported me during my training.
2 comments:
I could not do this in a million years. Congratulations!
wow. and I have trouble riding my bike a mile or two without collapsing in sobs. Good job!
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