How it went down

Wow! So it's been like a week since the race (I'm sooooo bad with blogging these days!) But to be honest, I've been really tired lately. It must be a change in the weather, combined with it getting dark soooo soon.
So I went jogging tonight for the first time since the race...bad, I know, but I couldn't really move much for the first 3 days after the run....I was that sore!
Let me tell you though, it was an awesome experience! I still love running...although I'm not sure how many more half marathons I will run. I think 10km is my optimal distance.
It started out a bit shakey....it was DAMN COLD! I thought to myself, as I hugged my tall zen tea from Starbucks, what am I doing here? But once I checked my bag, put my race bib on and got warmed up, I was quite excited for the race to begin.
It was packed. I couldn't believe the amount of runners, just for the half marathon! I think there was close to 5000!!!
So we start off down Yonge St. from Mel Lastman Square and head south...I'm told the race is mostly down hill.
I was lied to.
Almost immediately we hit our first big hill. I'm glad it was at the beginning, because it would have been really cruel to sneak it in at the end of the race! ;o) Did I mention it was cold? You would think with the running that you would warm up, but I ran with gloves on the whole time. There were great moments, when the sun shone in your face and it did warm your body, but there were equal moments when you ran completely in the shade contemplating your sanity.
But I kept telling myself...it's for the girls!!
So the first 10km breeze by, and I'm feeling fantastic. Halfway there, no problem! I think it was around 14km that my legs began to get a bit heavy, and I was thinking...how much farther! ;o)
But I'll tell you the hardest was the last 3km...you know you are soooo close, the crowds are getting thicker, your making your final turns to the homestretch....but the stretch keeps going....
I was seeing other runners, who had already completed the race walking around, resting, eating, proudly showing off their medal...I wanted to be that person! So I kicked it into high gear for the last km, and finished strong only to see my mom's face waiting for me with a thermos of chicken noodle soup and a blanket. (How do they know just what you need!!)
It was the best feeling, finishing the race I trained so hard (mostly!) for. A personal accomplishment, that I've shared with all of you. Thanks for reading.

