
This weekend was my big race-the Chicago Half marathon. I have been training since the start of the year. Before this weekend the furthest I had ever run was 11 miles. Well I am alive to say I DID IT.

I was hoping for a time around 2hours 25 minutes. My time was 2 hours 35 minutes. I am a bit disappointed with my time, but I am proud that I stuck with it and actually did it. I'm happy I was under a 12 minute mile. I think it works out to 11:54 minute mile. I was doing really well up until mile 10. At that point my legs felt like jelly and the wind was getting the best of me. I don't remember much of mile 11 or 12. I don't think I will ever forget the last mile and all the people cheering me on.
Crossing the finish line and hearing them announce my name was overwhelming. I saw Dan right when I crossed the finish line and I was so taken with the look on his face. You could see him beaming with pride.
I have been talking about this for months with my students. The Thursday before I left they made me a big card wishing me luck. Today when I got back they wanted to hear all about it. Even they were proud of me. While I'm glad I did it, I don't know if I will do it again. The pain I feel today is quite intense, and knowing how muscle aches go I think tomorrow will be even worse.
I don't have a picture of me crossing the finish line. Hopefully these will be available soon. (And yes I do know I look like my mother in the picture at the top of the page - especially the way I'm holding my hands together ( a typical Ozog trait).