What else? I signed up for the Brooklyn half, even though while I was running the DC half I said to myself, “Don’t do something stupid like sign up for the Brooklyn half.” I started saying this at mile 10 and I continued to say it repeatedly up until mile 12.50 when Ludacris’ P Poppin came on. And then I just started sprinting. I will forever remember that song as the one that saw me to the finish line. It’s so far from being work safe. You’ve been warned. Hell, I’m not even sure it’s human ears safe, perhaps not even animal ears. But it worked! I got a much needed boost of energy and hit the ground running.
Truth be told, I don’t think I was quite ready for a half marathon. Or maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be? Maybe it’s supposed to be difficult. Because it was. Granted, it was also 80 degrees and humid and DC is hilly! (SHUT UP, SAN FRANCISCO. AND RYAN!) But I don’t want to sit here and make excuses, even though I have them! I have a list of them. (For example, ladies: what do you do about planning? You know what I’m asking without having to ask it? What do you do about that?)
This is what I keep coming back to: I am not injured! I finished injury free. In fact, recovery time was almost nonexistent. So, that’s good, right? If I truly wasn’t ready, or if I’d done something wrong, trained improperly, wouldn’t my body be injured? I did take it easy, but still.
People often ask, “When did you know you were ready to have kids?” And the answer is usually something like: “You’re never ready to have kids. If you wait, you never will.”
I keep telling myself the same thing when it comes to running.
So. I signed up for Brooklyn. Whether or not I do it, that’s another story entirely. But I signed up. And it sold out within 9 hours. 15,000 spots and it done sold out. So, I guess it’ll be a popular one.
That’s all for now.