I will post Lynnda's since she is a little busy with sick kids right now.
Lynnda Part 1
Here’s my short version of the race report – I finished, got my medal (finally), and the WISH team and scream team are AMAZING!!!
For those that want a longer version, here are all the thoughts I’m still processing from this weekend…
Here’s my background leading up to the half… I had my sweet little Timmy via c-section in April. The incision took 12 weeks to finally heal – no training. Had PF during the pregnancy that didn’t get better, so I had 2 months of PT on my foot – very limited training. After that, I was finally able to start walking, and training was okay. I figured out that my walking pace wasn’t going to beat the sweepers, so I added some jogging intervals. On my 9 mile LR, I ended up with a purple and black knee – no training again… After a few weeks, that seemed to be better, but I came down with a sinus infection and double ear infections, and went through 2 rounds of antibiotics to finally get over it – very limited training… UGH!!! “Undertrained” is an understatement!
So the week before the marathon, Billy (age 4) and I were talking about the races. I told him I wasn’t going to do the half. He said, “But Mommy, you have to try!” I explained to him that if I started I would most likely not finish. He responded, “Mommy, you still have to try – you have to do your best!” (nothing like your words coming back to you…) I promised Billy that I would start the race and that I would do my best, even if that meant getting swept. I really had no intention of finishing, so I decided I would enjoy the scenery and the people around me. I also asked God to allow me be an encourager to someone on the course.
Fast forward to Saturday morning… I was up at 2:45am. I rode the bus over with my friends Valerie and Shannon (Shannon was running, Valerie was cheering). I saw a few WISHers while we sat and chatted. Shannon and I moved to the starting line and got in our corrals. The fireworks went off, and I started walking. I felt like I was going to be trampled, so I tried running for a bit. Everything was okay, although around mile 1.5 I started to feel a hot spot on the bottom of my left foot – I really did not want a blister!!! I began wondering why I was there. I started looking around for someone to chat with, but everyone was doing their thing, so I kept walking.
Lynnda Part 1
Here’s my short version of the race report – I finished, got my medal (finally), and the WISH team and scream team are AMAZING!!!
For those that want a longer version, here are all the thoughts I’m still processing from this weekend…
Here’s my background leading up to the half… I had my sweet little Timmy via c-section in April. The incision took 12 weeks to finally heal – no training. Had PF during the pregnancy that didn’t get better, so I had 2 months of PT on my foot – very limited training. After that, I was finally able to start walking, and training was okay. I figured out that my walking pace wasn’t going to beat the sweepers, so I added some jogging intervals. On my 9 mile LR, I ended up with a purple and black knee – no training again… After a few weeks, that seemed to be better, but I came down with a sinus infection and double ear infections, and went through 2 rounds of antibiotics to finally get over it – very limited training… UGH!!! “Undertrained” is an understatement!
So the week before the marathon, Billy (age 4) and I were talking about the races. I told him I wasn’t going to do the half. He said, “But Mommy, you have to try!” I explained to him that if I started I would most likely not finish. He responded, “Mommy, you still have to try – you have to do your best!” (nothing like your words coming back to you…) I promised Billy that I would start the race and that I would do my best, even if that meant getting swept. I really had no intention of finishing, so I decided I would enjoy the scenery and the people around me. I also asked God to allow me be an encourager to someone on the course.
Fast forward to Saturday morning… I was up at 2:45am. I rode the bus over with my friends Valerie and Shannon (Shannon was running, Valerie was cheering). I saw a few WISHers while we sat and chatted. Shannon and I moved to the starting line and got in our corrals. The fireworks went off, and I started walking. I felt like I was going to be trampled, so I tried running for a bit. Everything was okay, although around mile 1.5 I started to feel a hot spot on the bottom of my left foot – I really did not want a blister!!! I began wondering why I was there. I started looking around for someone to chat with, but everyone was doing their thing, so I kept walking.