It has been forever since I updated. To be fair, I’ve been really busy. But that’s no excuse!
So, what’s been going on in my life? I’m in college online. The first semester is almost over! I adopted a dog (more on that soon). And I’ve been running like crazy.
As you can tell from my blog post title, I haven’t just been aimlessly jogging. Well, okay, some of it was aimlessly jogging. But a lot of it was training…for a half marathon!
I had been thinking about the half marathon since July, when I first ran 4 miles. Four. It just seemed like such a huge accomplishment, and I wanted that. On a larger scale. But it took until September before I made the big decision and signed up. I ran constantly and ate more than I ever had before. It was wonderful.
Near the end of October, I got sick. I have four little siblings who all have friends, so there isn’t any way I can get through fall and winter without getting sick. I cut back on my training and hoped I’d get better.
I got better quickly, and breathed a sigh of relief. I had recovered with just time to spare! Any longer, and I wouldn’t have had time to prepare for the half marathon.
But then…my sister got another cold. I was so worried about her, that Tuesday before the half marathon, that as I brought her a bowl of hot rice with soy sauce, her favorite, I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
By Thursday I was on the couch, sick.
I was doomed.
Or so I thought. Over the next three days, I drank lemon ginger tea constantly, made bowl after bowl of hot curry, kept hydrated and got as much sleep as possible. By Saturday night, my lungs had just a tiny ache to them. My voice was nonexistent. I was not at all in the condition I had wanted to be in. But I was okay to run.
Before I go any farther, I want to make it clear that you should always talk to your doctor if you are thinking about racing while sick. Don’t, um, follow my example.
Sunday morning my mother, brother and I all got up at 4:30 and headed to the race. (HUGE shout-out to my awesome mom for taking me!) For breakfast, I had a hot lemon tea, some water and a big chocolate nana smoothie with a handful of cashews tossed in. When we got there, we grabbed my packet, some water and stood at a table to wait. I could feel my heart hammering, way up in my chest. I was way more nervous than I had thought I would be.
We started running, and at first, I regretted it. My throat hurt from the cold, my legs were weak and my chest hurt so bad it felt like it was on fire.
That was Mile 3.
Mile 5, I thought I should quit.
Mile 8, I started to feel okay. Or…maybe that was just the downhill stretch.
Mile 10, I was floating. It didn’t matter that I had over 3 miles to go. I was calm and confident.
Mile 13.1…I was exhausted. And done.
I came across the finish line in a lot of pain, but with a lot of pride, too. My goal time had been sub 2 hours, but I finished at 2:35:56. Slower than I wanted. But now, hours later, past the emotions that come after 13 miles of running, I can see that for a sick teenager at her first race, 2:35:56 isn’t that bad. In fact, it’s enough to make me proud.
And hey, I have a guaranteed PR next time!
After the race, I grabbed the only vegan food they provided at the event: Three bananas and an apple. I was craving some hot food, but I figured I could wait.
Instead, my mom surprised me by taking me to a vegan cafe, the place I’ve been dreaming of going to since I went vegan.
So I left the city with a hot vegan grilled cheese (with lots of tomatoes). In the end, what could be better?