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.
ME TOO.
First? I’ve been trying to decide what to do with my hair. Something extreme – chopping it off, dye it, something. I NEED A CHANGE. I go back and forth between short and red and sometimes short AND red…
Second…I’ve spent 48 hours trying to find a perfect race to sign up for. My trail race this weekend was great and I need another goal. There’s just not a lot between now and Fall around here though…*sigh*
What’s that corny old quote? “Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right.”
Something like that.
Either way, I think you can do this – and I hope you think you can, too!
Also? Planning for the big P is never easy; it shows up like a bitch when it’s most inconvenient. So I’ve no help at all.
DO IT! The Brooklyn Half is so much fun. And primarily flat. I’ve only run the reverse route, a few times but years ago, and I think the newer one is better because you finish with several miles of flat instead of the hills of Prospect Park.
Maybe I’ll see you in the corrals :)