On Saturday morning two things happened when I crossed the finish line in Wynne, Arkansas. First, I won my first marathon. Second, my marathon PR streak came to an end. I decided I’m going to celebrate the first and not dwell on the second. Running marathons less than a month apart is tough but I gave it my best shot.
On Saturday I ran in my first half marathon since this past spring before my plantar fasciitis got way out of control. I still have a ways to go until I am back at the race times I was running earlier in the year but I am going to celebrate the progress I’ve made the last few months. In my
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again… Last Saturday I ran a not so good race. I finished feeling defeated, disappointed and to be honest I was angry. Angry at myself. I know I PR’d by a few seconds but I did not run a good race mentally or physically. I knew I could do better. I made