I ran the Provo Halloween Half. 13.1 miles. 2 hours. 9 minutes.
My roommate Alli and my friend Ben somehow convinced me that running a half would be a good idea. I was skeptical. Still I paid my fees and planned on training. The training part, it never happened. I have known about this race for 10, yes 10 weeks, I still had plenty of time to get in shape. Well we all know how time has a way of speeding up when we don't want to do anything. About two weeks before I ran my first run (besides my 2.8 miles for the relay) which was about 4.8 miles. The next Tuesday I ran 5, I know this only because I made my mom come pick me up so I could measure. I felt good. I didn't feel out of shape, and supposedly the course was all down hill. Now I had run a couple of 2 milers and a few 5ks but nothing that pushed me. On Friday we drove down and stayed with my sister. Saturday we woke up at 5 and loaded the buses at 5:30. The race didn't start until 9 so we waited in the warming tent. It wasn't very warm. 9 o'clock rolled around and we were off. I pushed my body as hard as I dared, I not for having a heart attack in my 20s. 2 hours later we were finished. At the finish line someone handed me a medal, congrats you finished. I stretched a lot, found my team and then tried to relax VERY tense muscles. Let the pain begin. I couldn't walk properly for about 3 days after, and when I moved it was really, really slow. Worth it? Absolutely. If I do another one, I think I will train for it.
My roommate Alli and my friend Ben somehow convinced me that running a half would be a good idea. I was skeptical. Still I paid my fees and planned on training. The training part, it never happened. I have known about this race for 10, yes 10 weeks, I still had plenty of time to get in shape. Well we all know how time has a way of speeding up when we don't want to do anything. About two weeks before I ran my first run (besides my 2.8 miles for the relay) which was about 4.8 miles. The next Tuesday I ran 5, I know this only because I made my mom come pick me up so I could measure. I felt good. I didn't feel out of shape, and supposedly the course was all down hill. Now I had run a couple of 2 milers and a few 5ks but nothing that pushed me. On Friday we drove down and stayed with my sister. Saturday we woke up at 5 and loaded the buses at 5:30. The race didn't start until 9 so we waited in the warming tent. It wasn't very warm. 9 o'clock rolled around and we were off. I pushed my body as hard as I dared, I not for having a heart attack in my 20s. 2 hours later we were finished. At the finish line someone handed me a medal, congrats you finished. I stretched a lot, found my team and then tried to relax VERY tense muscles. Let the pain begin. I couldn't walk properly for about 3 days after, and when I moved it was really, really slow. Worth it? Absolutely. If I do another one, I think I will train for it.
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