So, I’ve wanted to run a half-marathon for awhile.
Most notably because I don’t really love running on the road. Don’t get me wrong, I love running. And I’ll run on the road, if necessary. But my passion didn’t come to fruition until I discovered my nearby trail.
There’s just nothing like hitting the trail, surrounded by iconic New England scenery and (importantly) no cars in sight. It’s just me and my running buddy, Zealand.
And ever since I stumbled on this trail, everything has fallen into place nicely. My legs don’t hurt (I’m prone to shin splints and knee pain). I feel stronger (which I love). Zealand is loving life (its way better than our suburban cul-de-sac, in her opinion). And I finally felt ready to run a half-marathon!
So on Sunday, October 26, 2014, I tackled the White Mountain Milers Half-Marathon in North Conway, NH. Not only is this a beautiful course, but net proceeds support the Gretchen B. Hatch Scholarship Fund.
So how was it? Here are some things I learned while training for (and running) 13.1 miles:
- Diversity really is key. Apparently I should have trained a bit more on the road and a bit less in the woods. (Damn, concrete is hard.)
- The White Mountain Milers course is definitely gorgeous… It just isn’t as stunning as my daily route. I mean, look at that. >>>
- All the race runners were positive and nice and a joy to run with. But I won’t lie. I missed running with my girl, Zealand.
- There’s nothing like a playlist of Joy the Baker and Uhh Yeah Dude to get you moving, no matter the race or pace.
And even though I ran wayyy slower than my recent (trail) pace, I’m stoked that I finished. And I enjoyed every moment of those 13.1 miles. But, maybe more importantly, I adored every moment of training leading up to those 13.1 miles.