In summary: Best spectators. Unforgiving hills.
I recently registered for a marathon and have started my training plan for it. As such, I’ve started considering my upcoming halfs as “training runs.” I know this is typical, but I still have this sense of Who am I trying to kid? when I run. Because this didn’t feel like training.
My first half of the year! I had signed up for this before signing up for Las Vegas. I considered it a birthday gift. My mom came with me, and we stayed in Phoenix with some family.
I had already signed up for Savannah and planned for it to be my last half for the year. Then my mom casually mentioned that her favorite band was going to be headlining some half marathon, and hey, didn’t I like to run?
I was not better.
To be honest, I stopped running for a really long time. Or at least, I stopped being consistent about it. After the Disney Princess Half, I was having a hard time at my job (which I soon quit), and I had moved back in with my parents. Unemployed. Listless. I would make attempts to run,…
This was my first half marathon. I have never been athletic. I don’t quite remember what set me on the running path, but at some point, I was signing up for the Disney Princess Half Marathon having never run for fun in my life.