Sunday morning I “officially” became a half marathoner!
Just typing the words now, brings tears to my eyes.
Thinking about all the hard work, injuries, setbacks & health scares along the way…
makes me a bit emotional
I started this journey because of 1 person – her name is Melissa!
I met her while blog surfing over a yr ago.
Once we realized we had (Michigan) ties, we were destined to meet up.
I suggested a 10k run while I would be in town and she insisted on a half.
Some how she talked me into it…
When run time grew closer…M got hurt.
It felt like someone ripped my heart out.
Ask my husband.
I was certain I couldn’t run it alone.
She gave me the tools, she inspired me, motivated me and above all…
SHE BELIEVED IN ME
I ended up running my 1st half on a early Sunday morning in Trinidad.
No cheering crowd, no GU stops, no medal…
Just a hot sun and my adorable and super supportive husband.
I finished under 2 hours.
I was proud, but doing it without the whole pomp and circumstance wasn’t as much fun.
So, I signed up for the Women’s Half Marathon Nashville in September.
Little did I know, that in late May, I would jump into a pool and suffer a traumatic foot injury.
I was devastated.
No running for at least 2.5 months.
The day the air cast came off, I was hit with another blow.
That tiredness I was feeling was Type 1 diabetes…
It was official all right, my Summer sucked.
I ended up running the 5k in Nashville and planned on the half in St Petes…
Melissa came to Florida to run with me and boy, did we have a good time.
We danced, we drank, we laughed and then Sunday came and we ran!
I woke up at 5:45am and soon found out that DEX (my continuous glucose monitor) wouldn’t turn on.
Not a great start to my race day.
So, that meant I had to take all of my manual testing supplies on the run.
what a pain
I wasn’t going to let that upset my run!
I taped my foot and sported my new compression socks – which I loved by the way.
The race was awesome.
It was flat and scenic and fun!
We ran by the ocean and we even ran inside Tropicana Field.
My foot didn’t start hurting until mile 8.
I tested my sugar 3 times along the race with M’s help.
When it was all over our time with stops was 2 hours 7 min.
I’m SO buying this picture!