I did it. My second Covered Bridges Half Marathon, and I beat my first time. The first 8 or so miles were pleasant, even fun. After that it got hard. Really hard. I thought about what Pam says about “sitting with her stuff.” And I thought about my own inclination to stop when I’m afraid I won’t be able to make it through something hard.
And I did not stop. I swear I finished on fumes and grit. My feet are a blistery mess, my hip bone is worn raw from where I stashed the car key in my shorts pocket, and I feel the strange overwhelming stomach pain I often get after long runs.
But. I did it. And my family was there to cheer me on this time at the finish. 1:50.02. And this sign? The best part of all.