I'm sitting while I write this post. I've pretty much been sitting since I ran White Rock last Sunday. It was so sweet to wake up this morning, relaxed and ready to take on a day of sedentary simplicity. You see, normally I would be hyperventilating over the mileage I would have to run on a 'long run day,' but not today because I reached the pinnacle of my running career last sunday.
Shall I tell you a little about my not-so-little run?

I don't think I really need to elaborate on the above picture.

Note the moon still high in the sky.
Before the run:
It was freezing.
We took a trolly from the parking lot to the race area. After being dropped off, we found the porta-pottys and waited in line. Kris went into a porta-potty before me and, seconds later, stumbled back out. She told me I could use it, if I wanted to. If I wanted to? Well, isn't that why I'm standing in line?? I strolled toward the porta-potty and was met with the most horrific sight. I'll save the gory details- just imagine eating Chipolte, Qudoba, Freebirds, and a case of Diet Cokes and then using the tiniest bathroom ever and then not flushing and then locking someone inside. I was the person locked inside. Kristen's always got my back (note sarcasm). 
After the porta-potty disaster, we headed to the start line, where everyone else seemed way too peppy. It's cold, people. It's cold and 7:30 in the morning, people. It's cold and 7:30 in the morning and we are about to run distances you should never force your body to run, people.
Suddenly though, out of the speakers blasted a sign from God, sort of. Kesha's "Tik Tok" started pumping and suddenly, cold turned to nippy, 7:30 in the morning turned to morning, and distances you should never force your body to run turned to 13.1 miles- piece of cake.
I was on top of the world...
Until "Tik Tok" ended...
...and I reevaluated my irrational optimism. And then, we ran.
and ran. and ran.
For 13.1 miles.
Kris and I stayed together the entire time and high-fived at each mile marker. That seems trivial, but believe me, those high-fives kept me going. We ran through downtown, uptown, Highland Park- pretty much everywhere I've ever been in Dallas.
The worst part of the run for me was through Highland Park (miles 7,8&9), but after reaching mile 10, I didn't feel as hopeless and distraught. Right before the finish line, we ran past my mom and dad :] and then finished woot woot. I got a shiny medal and another RACE TEE-SHIRT, ate two bananas, and went to find my family.
After the race: [note the medals]
Here are some comics that I never posted.

I couldn't decide which speech bubble I liked below. So I tried both. Thoughts? >>




I'm really sad to say adios
sooo, I will say
LATER SKATERZZZ
-$terling
On to the Rock and Roll Half Marathon!
ReplyDeleteYour training has just begun young Skywalker!
Congratulations!
What? You're not gonna do a marathon?! Slacker!
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean no more blogs? I look forward to these things.
Woo-Hoo!!!!! Way to go Sterling and Kristen!
i miss the blog, sister. :( time to gear up for round two. right? right?!?!
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