So, I started training for my second half-marathon in January (as mentioned in this post). My training started out pretty well, and I ran at least twice a week mostly and tried to keep up with my long runs, but life got busy (wedding planning and school and other life-in-general stress) and I lost track of how much time I had before the race, and I didn’t feel ready. (Not feeling ready could also be a teensy bit of laziness on my part. Just a TEENSY bit.)
So I decided not to run the race. I would go to Atlanta, and cheer on Anne Marie and my friend Cheryl, and just be a spectator. Cathy would be a spectator too, since she is just recovering from bronchitis and really shouldn’t run 13.1 miles right now.
Yesterday was that half-marathon.
And I totally ran it!
I think I was scared to run because I knew I wouldn’t improve from my first race, and I didn’t want to feel like a failure. But my sister Cathy (that sneaky, sneaky girl) was all, “Why don’t we just run a little, and see how we feel? We won’t run the whole thing…”
Here’s me and Cat before the race:

Yeah. She tricked me.
And then it was just FUN. Beautiful day, beautiful course. We took it easy, not running too hard, pushing ourselves every now and then. It was so much fun, laughing and running with my sister, watching all the other runners and the spectators. We kept a good pace, and Cathy didn’t let me slack too much. We even got to see the lead runners because the marathon course crossed paths with the half marathon course at several points – that was AWESOME. Dude. They were kicking so much ass – it was really motivating. At mile 8, Cathy wisely decided to stop, and so she did. But she was like, “Finish the race.” And I kept going. And I finished!
Here’s my medal.

I might have more pics of the race eventually, but I didn’t bring my camera — I assumed I would have access to it later since I wouldn’t be finishing the race. Ha. Next time, I’m going to be more serious about my training, but it was nice to do a race in a very stress-free sort of way.
[Note: since I'd done a half before, I felt okay running it even though I didn't feel completely ready. I am in NO WAY advocating just waking up the morning of a half-marathon and deciding to try and run it. You gotta train, baby. I guess the point is: I wasn't motivated to run it, even though I physically was ABLE. And my sister and Cheryl and AM helped me get motivated -- that morning!]
In general, that’s the kind of runner I am. I don’t like to get caught up in my time because I’m a slow schmoo, and if I’m not enjoying something, I’m just not gonna do it. So, I try to keep running fun and light and not a competitive thing. (Now, that’s just me. My friends (
coughcough Cheryl and AM and Cathy
coughcough) who are fast schmoos do things differently, and I like that. Cheryl rocked the half, and AM rocked the FULL, and I’m so proud of them. Cheryl finished almost an hour before me and when I was coming around that last bend, I saw her waiting, and she ran me into the finish line, which totally rocked. She even cheered me past a couple of runners.
Woo-hoo! Team Schmoo rocks.
In other news – knitting news – I’ve been knitting a little opera scarf with my Noro Silk Garden Lite, and I ripped it out. It just wasn’t working for me. (Although, I will say that I love that pattern, and I’m going to knit it again, but with a swingier, drapier yarn.)
Here’s the farewell photo:

Farewell, opera scarf.
Instead, I decided to copy
Molly! and make a mini clapotis with it.

Yum. I love this yarn.
And the Forecast? She is literally 20 sleeve rounds away from being done. I’m predicting a finished post by next week. No promises, though.