This post is tragically overdue--but here it is, I did it! I trained and ran my first half marathon. It was brutally cold--23°!!--but it was such a truly incredible, amazing experience. Time was 2:30:59. And I'm proud to say my first half marathon is in the books!
It's weird now, nearly five months later, to look back it the whole experience collectively--it really was a journey to the finish line.
Two years ago, my oldest sister trained and ran her first half--and I was, well simply put, wowed by it. 13.1 miles? That's incredible! I regret, to this day, not being on the side streets cheering her on but I clearly remember her when she home. Her contagious mood, her elevated and proud sense of self and purpose, her willpower. She told us stories from the run, funny motivational signs on-lookers carried, and how she felt. I was inspired by her.
After that, I kicked around the idea of wanting to do a half marathon until it fell on the back burner. Until strangely, it wasn't anymore. The fall of that year that I decided to be more proactive about my health. I started listening to Chris about my eating--it started small with pasta and bread--trading to whole grains. To slowly switching out my oven pizzas and junk food for healthier alternatives.
Then one day I decided to go running. It was like a light bulb in a dark room just flipped on.
At that time, I needed to want something and I wanted to be good at something. That something became running. I was determined to follow though with something and so I re-recommitted to the half marathon (again again). I paid my entry fee for the Route 66 Tulsa Half Marathon to make it final and keep me from backing out.
And so began the training--Tuesday and Thursday short runs with longer Saturday runs, strength training would sometimes make an appearance. Two weeks before the race, I injured my knee but kept pushing--constantly reminding myself how close I was to my goal. The hardest part of running isn't physically putting one foot in front of the other, it's dealing with the mental and emotional blocks of "Can I make it?" and "Can I really run this far?". Those last two (and painful) weeks came and went and finally I was standing in front of the start line on race day. I was going to 13.1 miles, a half marathon. And guess what? I did it.
time to go!!
with my man & medal ♥ // proudly, a finisher!
freezing but happy bunch!!
"There was nothing stopping me from running but me" -Alexandra Heminsley
I'm so grateful to have done it for myself, but truly blessed to have the great support system I did.
Training and running the half was such an empowering and rewarding experience. Every mile logged was one that pushed me past what I could do the day before. It made me see myself and what my body could do differently.
To wrap this up:
- Last year, I put up 472.80 miles training for the half marathon--crazy!
- To see the #halfmarathonproject photo journey, click here. Or follow my instagram @ helloalissacummings
- To see more posts about running on the blog, click here.
- interested in training for a half marathon? Good! because if I can do it, you can do it! Check out the training schedule + strength training schedule I used, here.