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On Saturday night I was at my sister’s house in New Jersey. I had driven there that afternoon because I was set to run the Princeton Half Marathon bright and early Sunday morning.
I had a million reasons why I was going to bail on the race.
I got no sleep last night.
I haven’t run more than 2-3 miles in the past three weeks.
It’s a four hour drive to get there. (And another four hours to get home.)
I have my period.
Oh wait. Hurricane Joaquin is cancelled for the East Coast? Dammit. Now what’s my excuse gonna be?!
But I finally decided to honor my commitment to my friend Marta (we had planned to run it together) and go.
Sure I grumbled and complained for a good portion of the race, but I finished!
The conditions couldn’t have been better in Princeton– it was cool, dry, and not windy. The race itself was on the small side, so it got off on time at 7:00 A.M.
The course was hilly. I’m not going to lie. If you ever decide to run that race, be prepared. Lots of slow, gradual uphills. But you get to run through gorgeous neighborhoods full of beautiful homes.
The only thing that could have made the scenery better was if the leaves had gotten the memo that hello, it’s fall and it’s time to start changing colors!
As I knew it would, my IT-band started hurting after a few miles and didn’t stop until I stopped running at the end. That’s my own fault, though. It always flares up when I run too far of a distance on too little training.
Thankfully Marta kept me distracted with lots of good conversation and cheerleading.
We had wanted to run the race at a ten-minute-mile pace and we ended up doing right around 9:45 pace. Our finish was 2:07:29. I wasn’t concerned with time. All I wanted to do was FINISH and get myself to a hot bath and some wine.
That wouldn’t come until hours later, though. First I had to drive all the way back to Virginia and then do all the mom chores like dinner, laundry, and kids’ baths.
But I finally got my bath and my glass of wine, caught up on some Watch What Happens Live, and enjoyed a relaxing evening after the race.
And I’m taking today off. Well, from exercising, at least. I’m not sure what the kids would think if I tried to go on a mom-strike today and made them fend for themselves. Hmmm…