Hot pink running shoes that make me smile: $25
Enterance fee (which included bag piper at an Irish event because we are Americans and can’t tell the difference…who totally made my day): $130
Running a Half Marathon with my sweet husband and having it really be no big deal: Priceless
This was us before the race.
This is us after (notice the medals). Also this is my friend Jamie who initially told me that I could deffinately run a half marathon and more or less
shamed talked me into it. I’m really glad she did. And I’m really glad that she has been my running buddy for the past fwe months and has distracted me from the miles we have covered with brilliant conversation.
Overall this is what I realized: It was super cool that the thing that slowed me down towards the end was my knees and feet being sore, not that I couldn’t breathe. When I started running 11 months ago, people that did half marathons were 1) crazy and 2) were real runners, something I’d never be. Not so much any more…well. no. people who do half marathons are still crazy (running in a short kilt anyone?). Running with my husband made it not only doable, but one of the coolest things I’ve ever done. Kinda love that guy.
A very Happy (be-lated) St. Patrick’s Day