We ran a half marathon last Saturday! That's 13.1 miles! It was a big deal, and we'd been looking forward to it for months, but when the day actually came I really questioned my sanity.
|Surfside Beach, Site of Surfside Marathon|
In reality, a horrible storm settled on the beach Friday night. Just after we picked up our race packet, the organizers announced we would be starting 30 minutes later. Runs like this don't get delayed for rain; they get delayed for lightning. We ended up starting about 90 minutes later than planned. The weather seemed nice, but soon changed. During the next couple hours, we ran through rain, lightning, and wind strong enough that the rain felt like hail. The normally hard-packed sand sank with almost every step, and several spots had turned into river-like gullies where the rainwater rushed to the ocean. More than once, I thought about quitting, but this run had come to mean a lot to me. It represented recovering from my last pregnancy. It meant that my body could do cool things that weren't related to having children. I do think that having children is cool, too, I just wanted something else for me. I may not be quite back to my pre-pregnancy weight, but if I could run a half-marathon I would feel decently human again.
The weather did finally clear up for the last four miles, and the kids were able to go outside for a few minutes! I also loved the barbecue party afterwards! We were very grateful to Grandma for watching the kids while we ran. One of our favorite parts was when we ran past the hotel and saw them all waving at us!
Sadly, late in the morning a cold seemed to settle on Kaia. Harry and several of our friends had already had it, and I was hoping she wouldn't, but by the end of the run she just wanted to rest in the car. Now, we're planning another trip to the beach for a time when everyone feels well and the weather will let us play a bit!
And this was going to be a Wordless Wednesday post...ha! I'll have to fix that!