A Better Half

As I sat alone, stretching in the dark, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sensation. Words unable to fully describe my feelings... Anticipation, excitement, peace, along with a whole host of other feelings, all rolled into one.

While I waited in the chute for the race to begin I silently sent up a prayer for a safe run, a fun run, and the strength and speed to get me across the finish line.

As the sun was trying to peak through the heavy marine layer the race began. I shuffled along with thousands of other people, eager to cross the start line.

I weaved in and out of people, trying to find my pace. I looked to my left and felt a lump form in my throat and tears well in my eyes. We were passing Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery. Row after never ending row of white tombstones were perfectly alined. It was a reminder of how blessed I am, how blessed we all are. I said my second prayer of the morning, giving thanks for this country, my freedoms, my health, the opportunity to take part in the America's Finest City Half.
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The next 12 miles went so smoothly. As with any half I've ever participated there were peaks and valleys. Luckily, I had more peaks. Mile nine I felt the most fatigued, and mile 11 proved to have one hellacious hill that went on for what seemed like an eternity.
I am far too "frugal" to actually buy these photos. Do I mind the proof watermarks? Not one bit.
Two hundred meters from the finish line that familiar lump lodged itself in my throat, and my eyes became watery. A burst of energy hit me and I went sprinting across the finish line.

As soon as I hit the finish line relief flooded over me. That was it. I'd done it. And, it felt amazing.
After the run I knew Scott was around. I heard him cheering me on as I neared the finish. I couldn't wait to find him, to tell him how amazing the run was, how awesome it all felt! 
Through all the work, pain, and sometimes injury, Scott has never wavered in being my biggest cheerleader.
Once I had my medal in hand, the hubs by my side, a banana inhaled, and two bottles of water chugged, I was ready to head back to the hotel and see my little man.
Don't get me wrong, I love the rush, I love making and reaching goals, PR'ing is awesome, and I love the swag. But, what I love most about running is the energy I have to give to my sweet little monkey. He's really the reason I run.
The swag.
My GPS had my half marathon time at a personal record, 1:55:35. However, the official race time had my half time at 1:57:22. I wasn't grasping the math. Then I realized with all the weaving and dodging of getting around people  had added an additional .2 miles to my run. So, by the time my GPS had me at 13.1 miles I was still .2 miles from the finish. Gah! THISCLOSE to an official PR. But, I'm taking the GPS time and claiming it as my PR, seems right. Right? 
Here's to a run that left me wanting more! Time to get ready for the Long Beach Half in October!

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  1. CONGRATS!!!!! What an awesome time! :)

  2. Congratulations! I need to start training for a half I am running in February. It seems so daunting though.

  3. Still can't believe you got such a great time Des! WAY TO GO!!!!

  4. Congratulations!! you did so great...and your time is wonderful!!!

    Laura @ Mice In The Kitchen

  5. Congrats!!! And such a thoughtful, sweet post about it. And you can TOTALLY claim your GPS time as your PR!

  6. So proud of you! You're giving me the itch to run some more races! :)

  7. You rocked it! And I say definitely count that as a PR! :)

  8. I am so proud of you!! You just gave me the best motivation EVER!!! I love the swag you got...so colorful!!!

  9. You are so awesome and inspiring! Way to go! You looked fantastic!

  10. You killed that race! Nice job! girl you have motivated me off this couch and on with my running shoes.

  11. Awesome job Desiree! My goal is to run a mile. Seriously, I would be happy to run a mile.

  12. Wow that is awesome! I'm so glad it was a fabulous half for you since your last one was a flop. Congrats mama!

  13. Congratulations! That's an amazing job! You go girl!