With the help of our parents we stole a weekend away in the Delta. Cullen was a champ and accompanied me to Greenwood so I could race my March half marathon. I was excited about this one because it was flat flat flat. I wish I would have trained a bit for it, but work and school just didn't provide the time for the miles.
I finished race number 6 with a time of 2:20 and it was a struggle. Mile one I wanted Cullen to come get me. Mile 2 I knew if I were to call for help, he might miss his race. Mile 3 I knew the 5k had started and I was going to have to muscle through a few more miles until I could get out of this. By mile 5 I was feeling awesome. I hit my stride and loved Mile 7 and 8. By mile 9 that feeling was gone. The race had a double back section where you passed all the racers that were in front of you, that is pretty much misery for me mentally. By mile 12 I was ready to walk my way to the finish line. I hit the concrete bridge and thought my feet my break with each step. As the finish line came in to view I hit the brick streets of Greenwood, and I thought there was a chance I might trip and fall. I didn't and with Cullen waiting, we began to review the race mile by mile.
Cullen had a 5k PR of 26 minutes and I was thankful to have a sub 2:30 half.