And what's more fun than running long runs with company? Not much.
And spending time, even a small amount, with two of your best friends is priceless.
So the thought just wouldn't leave my head. Thursday morning was spent figuring out how to work in a quick trip to the 'Burgh while still managing to get all the stuff that I needed to do done. By the end of my lunch hour on Thursday, the plans were made.
Sometime on Friday, Becca started to get all philosophical on us. The following (and I hope she'll forgive me for quoting her without asking first) are her very well-spoken thoughts :
"We are also (I think unless someone tells me differently) counting this toward our sandy hook half marathon. I think this is the perfect run for that because it will be hard for me and Jen at least so it's perspective setting to think about all of the pain that was created that day when we are feeling the pain from the long run.
On that note I'll go philosophical for a second. Everyone has days that aren't great and we sometimes have some physical pain or mental anguish but events like that remind us that in the grand scheme of things days like that really aren't as bad a they seem at the time. Life can change in a second. Whatever our personal struggles are we should look to find the positive in each situation and enjoy what is there because tomorrow you may long for the troubles of today."
With those thoughts in mind, we set out Saturday into the foggy slightly chilly morning to run our miles. We ran along and across the river(s), through the city streets, and all around. At about mile 7 (the furthest I've run at one time since November), my legs started to hate me - they were definitely starting to get cranky and achy. I was feeling the pain of distance, and so were Becca and Jen. Our mantra became "this pain is temporary" as we fought our way through the miles. But fight we did. And we finished.
The women who started this run were not the same women who finished it. Jen & Becca were only setting out to do 12, but Becca and I decided we would add the extra 1.1 to get us to the full half. (And yes, Jen you ran the 13.1 too. You stopped your watch for a bit, remember?) We started as runners. We finished as half-marathoners.
It was hard, it hurt, there may have been some tears. But we were strong and persevered. I think we had 26 angels helping us along.