San Diego Half Marathon - The Low Down

So as you know (or don't), V Dizzle and I have been training for a marathon.

Please note: Prior to this training, 

I could barely run 2 miles without feeling like my heart would explode from my chest 

and I would succumb to a very quick and painful death.

I am not, I repeat, not a runner by any means.

Yet, somehow, here I am.

Training to run 26.2 whopping miles.

{Don't ask my why. I'm still trying to figure that out myself.}

Anyway.

This past Sunday was the San Diego Half Marathon.

According to our training schedule, we had to run 12 miles anyway,

so we figured why not jump in on the half with the rest of the crazy San Diegans

that wanted to wake up at the butt crack of dawn and run 13.1 miles.

{Writing that sentence confused me too. Try to keep up.}

Sunday morning at 7:20am (which really felt like 6:20am, thank you daylight savings),

we made our way to the starting line...

Sans Bib Numbers 
{because maybe we're cheap and lazy and didn't pay}

There they were: All of the paying patrons getting their run on.

We had to make our move and we had to make it quick.

We sneakily made our way into the crowd with not a second glance our way.
Stealth like ninjas is what we were, really.

We were off and feeling good!

{Feeling good enough to take a crappy iPhone picture, apparently.}

They had banners at every mile letting us know our progress.

2....5....8...11...

Believe it or not, that actually helped a lot.

Being surrounded by hundreds of runners,

seeing random strangers cheering us on,

it was extremely motivating and made the entire thing go by quickly.

I know, it was surprising to me too.

At about mile 11, I took a little video.
Don't let the heavy breathing fool you, I was actually feeling pretty good.

Anyway.

When it was done, they corralled everyone in to the Petco Park baseball stadium.

Everyone except us.

A big scary security man flailed us down shouting, "Where's your bib?! Where's your bib?!"

Needless to say, we didn't get to join in on the fun festivities that were had with the paying patrons.

But that's okay. 

We were ecstatic anyway and celebrated on our own terms

via Bud Light and a 3 hour nap.

Note to V-Dizzle:

Good job, Boo.

I'm so very proud of us!

Even though we're only halfway there and today's 3 miles had us hobbling like a bunch of 80 year olds,

I am still happy willing to be doing this alongside of you.

I think accomplishing this little milestone will give us enough motivation to go all the way.

Right? Right.

Happy Tuesday, everyone :)

xoxo