Okay, so race day was more than 2 weeks ago. Sorry about that. Honestly, it was one of those things that was at the back of my mind until, you know, the day before. And then I was like, “Oh, yeah, I’m running a big race tomorrow. Hmm. I should think about that a little more.”
It feels good to be at a point in my fitness/training where 13.1 miles doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. And it felt good to run it at a good pace. Micah and I finished just 40 seconds short of a PR, despite just coming off injuries. But it did leave me hungry for another race. I’m making plans to find a fall half marathon to run to try to break that PR.
However, the best thing about race day is cheering everyone else on. Two of my brothers and my sister were also running that day, and the boys totally rocked their 1K. We all had a great time cheering them, and everyone else, on. I seriously think that races are such a great place to be. Not only as a participant, but as a spectator/cheerleader.
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