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13.1 miles is  a lot of miles. I know because this morning, at the ungodly hour of 7 a.m., I ran 13.1 miles.

This was my first half marathon, and my emotions ran the gamut. When the alarm went off at 5:15 a.m., all I could think was, “Why? WHY?????”

And then, “Must. Have. Diet. Coke. Immediately.” Which I promptly did. Trust me, you don’t want to ignore the voice in your head at 5:15 a.m.

But as I stood at the start  line waiting for the race to start, surrounded by 15,000 thousand  women, the exhaustion faded into exhilaration. And I thought: “I’m running a half marathon!!! That’s kinda awesome of me.” Scratch kinda. Just plain awesome.

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Waiting for the race to start

The exhilaration of the race and my natural competitiveness helped push me a long. I promised myself I could walk after I hit the 10-mile mark, but I kept running (err…jogging), one foot in front of the other. Somewhere around mile 7, the pain set into my leg muscles, but it is amazing what your body can do when you don’t give in. I marveled at the sheer persistance we humans are capable of. I has always been the kind of person who promised up and down I would never subject myself to a half marathon/marathon. Why in the world would I willingly subject myself to such agony? But there I was, knocking down the miles one by one, running farther than I have ever run before. And when I crossed the finish line after 2 hours, 27 minutes and 6 seconds of running, I felt pure joy. I gobbled down a banana, collected my Tiffany necklace and my finisher’s t-shirt and exulted in my accomplishment.

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These suit-clad men handed out Tiffany necklaces to all the finishers

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The famous Nike Tiffany necklace

Me at Race


The exultation lasted about 15 minutes.

Then, I remembered how much my feet hurt, and my stomach started making odd noises that I’m pretty sure a stomach is not supposed to make. I moaned and groaned as I shuffled my way home and collapsed into bed. But even this pain has a silver lining. The stiffness in my legs is a reminder of my accomplishment, a reminder that the limits I set for myself are meant to be crushed.

But just for the record: I will NOT be signing up for a full marathon anytime soon.

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She’s Baaaaaaaaaaaack!

I’m back. At least for now. I’ve been busy — happily so — but as I rode the Amtrak train from New York City to DC today, I realized how much I miss writing and complaining about life’s big and little adventures. So I’m back.

Speaking of complaining…

This Sunday, I will will be running 13.1 miles in Nike’s Half Marathon in Washington, D.C. along with 15,000 other runners. The training process has been painful — both physically and emotionally. I am not a natural runner. I don’t love running. In fact, sometimes, I downright hate it.

Giving up my Sundays to run 10 miles is not my idea of a good time, but it has been a fascinating experience in pushing my own perceived limitations. I never thought I could run 10 miles, and now I have. Multiple times. I never thought I could run a half-marathon. And next Sunday I will (hopefully).

I still don’t understand how people do this all the time. After four years of running, I’m still waiting to turn into a RUNNER – you know, the kind of person you see on the street and go, “oh yeah, she’s a runner.” The kind of person who misses running after skipping a day or two. The kind of person who doesn’t have to reward herself by downloading new movies on iTunes for every treadmill run since it’s a pretty expensive reward. None of those things have happened, and they may never will, but for now, I will keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Check back next week for pictures and results from the grand event.

P.S. Please, please, please pray for the below weather predictions to change.

Weather 04-28-13

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Frack. Now I Have To Run 13.1 Miles

Remember when I did something really, really, really stupid? Let me refresh your memory. A couple weeks ago, I signed up for the Nike half-marathon in Washington D.C. At the time, I didn’t freak out because I was entered into a lottery system. I had the luxury of feeling awesome for signing up while I convinced myself I wouldn’t actually have to run. It was a win-win. Then this showed up in my inbox today.

Congrats! You just paid $160 to subject yourself to 13 miles worth of torture.

Congrats! You just paid $160 to subject yourself to 13 miles worth of torture.

Now, I actually have to run. And run. And run some more. This is the route:

Half Marathon course

I’ve actually run and walked this course many times. It’s a great route, weaving in an out of the national monuments with exhilarating views of the Potomac. Of course, I’ve never done the entire course at once or at 7 a.m. in the morning.

So why? Why am I subjecting myself to this masochistic torture? It’s not for the Tiffany necklace Nike hands out for finishing because I’m not a necklace-wearing kind of gal, and if I really wanted a Tiffany necklace, I’d go out and buy one. And it’s not because I love running, because my relationship with the sport vacillates between unadulterated hatred and mild ambivalence. So that’s definitely not it.

Rather, I’ve managed to convince myself that running a half-marathon will not only make me a better runner, it will make me a better person. Running 13 miles always seemed like an impossible task. Like flying or walking through walls. And if I can conquer the seemingly impossible task of running a half-marathon, then I can do anything, right?


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I signed up for the Nike half-marathon in Washington D.C. on April 28th. Commence with the name calling and totally justified mockery.

Wait, what did I just do???

Wait, what did I just do???

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So I had a crazy idea the other night: I should run a half-marathon. So what if I’m only running five miles now? And so what if I’m still sloooooow? I met a marathon runner the other day who told me that if I can run 6 miles, I can run 13. And that is good enough for me.

So I started looking for half-marathons in the springtime, ideally someplace really awesome. Here are a couple options I found in April and May (I refuse to run a race in March when it’s still winter in my book).

1. Divas Half Marathon, Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, April 28, 2013: In short, a bunch of women run 13.1 miles in pink clothing and tutus, which is not really my thing, but the race course looks incredible.

Myrtle Beach Half-Marathon

2. Gulf Coast Half Marathon, Pensacola Beach, Florida, April 7, 2013: What can I say? I’m a sucker for the water.

Pensacola Half-Marathon

3. Escape to the Palisades Half Marathon, Fort Lee, New Jersey, May 5, 2013: This race is a little hilly for my taste (I prefer my races flat as a pancake), but it’s is an easy location to get to and the view of the New York skyline and George Washington Bridge is probably beautiful.

Fort Lee Half-Marathon

4. Key Biscayne Half Marathon, Key Biscayne, Florida, April 14, 2013: Running over islands. Awesome.

Biscayne Half-Marathon

5. Flying Pirate Half Marathon, Outer Banks, North Carolina, April 14, 2013:  This race runs along the water and past the Wright Brothers memorial.

Outer Banks Half-Marathon

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