On Saturday morning John and I made a quick trip to Wynne, AR for the Midsouth Half Marathon. I only told a few people I was even racing. I just didn’t want to make a big deal about it. I wanted to focus on my mission- to break 1:25!! Ideally I wanted to run a 1:23:xx but I knew that would be tough. Pre-race logistics were a breeze. I registered and warmed up with plenty of time. I ended up…
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. What made the morning unbelievably special to me was having my family there. So what would possess me to run…
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 opinion, coming back from plantar fasciitis has been very similar to coming back after a stress fracture. In some ways…
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 a last minute decision that evening to register for a race that was less than a week away. Best decision…