WAHOO!!

Wahoo!! I did it!! I ran 13.1 miles. Okay, so maybe I jogged. But I didn't walk, I didn't stop, and I did the entire 13.1 miles in 2 hours, 6 minutes, and 55 seconds. If you had told me a year ago today that I would ever participate in any type of running event, I would have laughed in your face and probably put a large sum of money against those odds. It is funny how life plays out.

When I started running this fall my goal was never to participate in a half marathon, simply to run a 10k with David (and if I beat him, then that would be the icing on the cake). Well, that first race led to a 15k a month later. The 15k led to a half-marathon about a month and a half later. I never understood when others explained that participating in these races was addictive, but now I do. I'm hooked. Part of the addiction is the anxiousness I feel the night before and morning of a race. I also really enjoy the sense of accomplishment I feel when it is all over. I am still in complete awe that by 11:15 yesterday morning I had gotten up, gotten all 3 of us out of the house, gotten to uptown Charlotte, waited "patiently" in the warm convention center, run 13.1 miles, come home, showered, and was busy playing with Carly.

Now that I'm hooked, I'm also at a bit of a loss at the moment. I'm not sure what to do next (a marathon is NOT the right answer). I plan to "maintain" my running through the winter, meaning I will run about 3 miles two weekdays a week and 5 miles once on the weekend, then begin training for another race in the spring. At the moment, David and I have plans to participate in the Cooper River Bridge Run (a 10k race in Charleston) this spring and the Kiawah Half Marathon next December.