Well, it has definitely been a hot minute since I posted anything. 11 days to be exact. Honestly, mental health wasn’t the best, wasn’t motivated or inspired to do anything. Thursday night however definitely boosted my spirits. My best friend since high school flew up to help me make it through my very first Half Marathon. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, a half marathon, 13.1 miles of grueling awesomeness. Yes, contradictory, I get it. BUT if you have done one, does that not sum it up well?
Last Friday was the Expo. To start the day off right, we went to the Wayward Vegan Cafe in Seattle. It’s been YEARS since I’ve been there. Location changed, but the food was still just as delicious as before. I ordered the Country Fried Seitan and oh my God, it was to DIE FOR!! After we were both done stuffing our faces, we headed out in the wonderful Seattle traffic (sarcasm folks) and made it to the expo. It was not as overwhelming as I anticipated, huge plus there, but there were so many glorious vendors, we got samples of everything! My bestie showed me the ropes on how to work and go through an expo for maximum sample carnage. Okay, a bit much, but oh well. Cliff Bars, Bulletproof Coffee, temporary tattoos and FIELD ROAST! I was beyond excited for a good amount of vegetarian and vegan options for samples, including Quorn, Field Roast, and Cliff Bars. I also grabbed a sample of vegan gummy bears, but for the life of me, I can’t find them. Sad face.
We walked around for a bit, just sampling away, looking at items for purchase. Unfortunately, I got there a little too late to pick up the 13.1 sticker for my car, but I did pick up a shit. When you sign up, just in case you don’t know, you do get a shirt. You pick it up after you have grabbed your packet and bib at the front. However, I wanted another proudly showcasing the mileage.
There was a fun little photo booth that my bestie and I took some photos in and Toyota was there offering a virtual ride in a car through a race. Super cool. We found the track we were going to be doing. I will say, didn’t look as daunting on flat paper as it was in person. Just going to leave it at that! The rest of the evening we pretty much relaxed, watched some Netflix and tried, TRIED mind you, to go to be early.
Now onto race day! I set my alarm for 4:15am because on our parking pass, it said we needed to be parked by 6:00am. So I showered, shaved, walked the girls, and got ready for the event. My bestie KT taped my right knee for me, we both downed some Immodium and headed downtown. Traffic was very light and we were parked right at 6:00am.
We made sure to use the bathroom one last time and headed to our designated corral. I was put in the last corral, 20, and my bestie was placed in the same one as me, thanks to the lovely people at the expo.
There were so many people and it felt electric. I realize that sounds a bit corny or cheesy, but honestly, that is the only way I could describe it. Everyone was here to do something crazy, walk or run 13.1 miles.
The race originally started around 6:30am. The time our corral made it to the front it was about 7:10am and the blowhorn sounded, marking the beginning of our corral. The first few miles were pretty easy, I was walking and jogging what I could. By around mile 5, my left hip started hurting. Go figure right, the one area I have never had a problem with before, started acting up. My knee was doing great though, so yay KT tape!
By mile 9, my hip was extremely painful. By 11 I was in an immense amount of pain. It almost felt like someone was taking a pick to my bone every time I put my left foot down. However, I kept going. Kept on keeping on. My feet hurt and I was sore all over, but I could tolerate that. The hip was what was absolutely killing me. You bet your ass however that I was not going to let that stop me.
By mile 12 I wanted to burn down Seattle and everyone in it. I wanted rains of fire pouring from the heaven decimating everything in sight. I was in pain, fucking miserable, wondering why the FUCK would someone sign up to do this stupid shit. I wanted to scream and cry, but my stubborn ass refused to do that shit. But I kept hobbling. Oh yes, hobbling. I could barely walk by mile 12. At one point, I turned a corner, saw a band playing and thought, Halle-fucking-lujah the end! But it wasn’t. That’s when I cursed out loud, “Are you fucking kidding me?!?!”
But, I kept going. I finally saw the finish line and I smiled. I hobbled over that line, making it about 4 hours and 10 minutes for me to complete my first half marathon, and I picked up my very first medal. For once in my life, I fucking completed something.
It took over an hour to rest for a bit and hobble to my car. Sitting for a bit, eating some hummus and a protein bar directly after, then having to take breaks between hobbles because my hip was in excruciating pain. I picked up Taco Bell on the way back to my house and when we reached my house, I hobbled one step at a time up the stairs, then collapsed on my chair and ripped off my shoes and socks. I was bleeding on my left foot, forgot to trim my toenails, and only had one blister! Although, a couple of days later learned I had a blister under my toenail on my right big toe, as in directly under my toenail.
So after all of that, being sore and in pain for almost 4 solid days after the marathon, would I do it again?
Abso-fucking-lutely. I always laughed or wondered at the running memes of runners and marathons. Saying something along the lines of, if you do one, you want to do them always. Now, I can’t at the moment say yes to always, but I am already planning to do the Seattle Half Marathon and the Las Vegas Half Marathon next year. I have learned so much from “training” for this half marathon, that I know a bit more of what I need to do to improve. I have just about a year till the next Seattle Rock N Roll Half Marathon and my time goal is 3 hours and 30 minutes. I proved to myself I am fully capable of anything.
I’m getting back on track with my eating, worked out a plan for running and strength training, and am ready to take on this next challenge. I can’t thank my bestie enough, because she was with me, pushed me, and supported me. I have hung my bib and medal on my vision board to further motivate and inspire me. So here’s to the Seattle Rock N Roll Half Marathon 2019!