It's a delicious soreness that makes me grin from ear to ear.
The pain is a gift left over from racing the Towpath Half Marathon this weekend. To make a long story short: I nailed it. I ran smart, fast and free ... and I have a shiny new PR to prove it.
|My Camelbak is much cuter than my medal, but that's OK.|
When the field took off in front of me during the first mile (which was pretty much all downhill), I reined it in and found my pace. And when everyone slowed to climb two bridges, I put the pedal to the medal and coasted my way down the other side. I kept my head on straight and my focus on my body, not my watch. I decided to let my legs fly - after weeks of training, I trusted them to know what they had to do.
I thought about running with my brother, but he ran with the ponies when the gun went off, and I knew I couldn't hold that pace for long. Unfortunately, neither could he. Around mile 8 or 9, he hit a wall ... Around mile 11, I tapped him on the shoulder and said hello. I knew he was hurting, but I also knew I needed to push on - I still had gas in the tank, and my legs were still revving the engine.
|Me and my brother Scott at the finish line ... we were both wrecked, but managed a smile.|
The Towpath Half Marathon wasn't a big race, nor was it all that exciting, but it was thoroughly satisfying for me. I proved to myself that training hard does pay off, even though illness and injury threatened to throw me off track. I also learned I need to listen to my body: Rest when you need to rest ... and fly when you need to fly.
|Beautiful day + beautiful course = beautiful PR|