Mile 6.2

Gun went off at 6:30am sharp and I was ready. All those 5am training runs with Carmen, all those weekend long runs when I wanted to stay in bed — it all paid off this morning.

Mile 6.2

The last mile was brutal. My legs felt like concrete and there was this woman in a bright yellow tank top who kept pace with me for the final two miles, and I swear she’s the only reason I didn’t walk. When I saw the finish line banner I actually got emotional, which is embarrassing but also kind of perfect.

Jake was waiting at the finish with the world’s worst gas station coffee and the biggest grin. He’d been tracking me on the race app and knew exactly when I’d cross.

Post-race coffee delivery service

Now I’m sitting here with my medal around my neck, legs elevated, wondering if I’m crazy enough to sign up for a half marathon.

Time: 58:34. Not bad for someone who couldn’t run a mile six months ago.