In August my friend Carla talked me in to running the St. Jude Half as a Hero, meaning to run I had to raise $500.00. We didn't really train hard after about September we fell off the running wagon and it was just a hit and miss if we got a long run in. We ran the first three miles together and then split up. I felt pretty rushed the whole race. It was the biggest race I'd ever done and the people on the race route cheering us on were just the motivation I needed to keep going. About mile 6 my running shoes (the new ones I really HATE) started rubbing a blister on top of the blister they had rubbed during the Turkey Trot. I stopped for less than a minute and took my shoe off and readjusted, prayed, and kept moving. It was the best crowd atmosphere and a blast to run. I had my personal best but it wasn't until I was walking back to the car that I even knew. The race clocks along the route were not synced with my phone or my running watch. So with a 2:11 time I was super excited.
The one we call "The Bit"
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