Sometimes I feel like as a runner, I can get jaded about the distances I'm running. My mom has run 4 marathons in her running career and probably about 10 half marathons. On the same day as the Women's Half, my dad was running in the Ottawa Marathon. In comparison, 21 km does not seem like a big deal. But it is a big deal. Even though it's "only" the half marathon, it is still a long freaking way to run. That's like running from Whitby to Scarborough. I had been hoping for a faster time than 2:15, my goal had been sub-2:10, but I started out too fast and my body quickly betrayed me. At about 8 km I felt like there was no way I was going to finish that race. But my mom stayed with me the whole time and kept me going until the very end. But I could barely stand afterwards. Nick pretty much held me up as a hobbled my way over to the bathroom and tried not to throw up.
At first I was a little disappointed that I didn't run the fast race I had been envisioning, but considering the amount of pain I was in when I was running, I am just happy I completed it. I think I had been so focused on running at a fast pace that I had pushed my body way past limits in the last month. And as Nick has pointed out to me, every race cannot be a PB. I know my body can run a 2 hour half marathon, and some day I will do it again. In the grand scheme of things, I ran 2:21 on my last half marathon, and 2:15 on this one: still a 6 min difference. :D
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