I’m not entirely sure what came over me. When I left the house that morning, I fully intended on cheering for my hubby as he ran the New Trail South Half Marathon. I had no intention of actually running the race myself.
I did have on running shoes, tights, and a tank top, and I had my trusty Nathan water bottle with me, but that was only because the U.S. National Whitewater Center, who hosted the race, was something of a mecca for outdoors-y types living in the Southeast. I wasn’t sure how I’d entertain myself while he was running so I dressed accordingly. This place is seriously amazing. There are rock climbing walls over pools, zip lines, obstacle courses, and a giant lazy river encircling lookout towers and a pub, except the lazy river isn’t lazy at all, it’s actually flowing really fast so that kayakers and rafters can practice navigating in rapids.
As I gazed around at all the fun ways I could spend the hours while my runner was out on the course, I thought to myself, “Or you could just run the half marathon with him.” Continue reading “My first half marathon, also entitled “Ouch.””