This past Sunday I got myself a bona fide hat-trick finishing my third half-marathon this year. I ran the Columbus Half in 2 hours 25 minutes. This one started much earlier than the other two. I was in corral E because I am slow.
I am not totally sure why I got the half-marathon bug. I am not sporty and I don’t get excited about team spirit. I played soccer in high school, hated games, loved practice. I did start running in high school because of soccer and that turned into the thing I loved the most. I loved that I could step out the door, stressed and confused and by mile three all the anxiety, frustration, and problems had dropped away. It was like I was sweating the bad mojo right out of my system and all that was left was me and the run.
I do enjoy the fact that when I am out there running a race with thousands of other people, all of us are shedding bad energy. It’s kind of amazing to look around at all the different shapes, sizes, and types of people and know that we are all doing this one big thing and we are doing it to better ourselves.
I took this picture while running. It illustrates the point - as we ran into Bexley I caught a glimpse of all the runners in front of me. This was just one highlight others included hearing Community Property by sex panther blaring through my headphones at mile 6.5 and Damn it Feels Good to be a Gangster by the Ghetto Boys at mile 7.83.
But the biggest highlight was finishing and getting my big-ass medal! This is a pretty big reason why I love running the half-marathons. You cannot beat a big, shiny, impressive finishers medal.