Okay, so I know after all that's said and done, the Brooklyn Half Marathon was over a week ago. Most bloggers are DONE talking about it (okay, except for Ted who was a little behind!) but I cannot stop thinking about it. I still cannot believe that I finished.
There is some part of me that wants to discredit this accomplishment, and turn it into something that's not mine. Like, for example "You can't be proud of this accomplishment because you only ran 6 miles and then you took the train home." NOT TRUE! Or, ""You can't be proud of this accomplishment because you walked parts of it" But that's not even valid. I ran 13.1 miles in under two and a half hours, and a year ago I was just getting my first pair of running sneakers and could barely run for 30 minutes. Running the BK Half was part of my New Years Resolution. This is how crazy this all is for me, and one week later I still cannot comprehend.
And on top of this all, I have the most amazing, supportive boyfriend, that manages to make me feel loved and motivated even when we are 894 miles away.
There is some part of me that wants to discredit this accomplishment, and turn it into something that's not mine. Like, for example "You can't be proud of this accomplishment because you only ran 6 miles and then you took the train home." NOT TRUE! Or, ""You can't be proud of this accomplishment because you walked parts of it" But that's not even valid. I ran 13.1 miles in under two and a half hours, and a year ago I was just getting my first pair of running sneakers and could barely run for 30 minutes. Running the BK Half was part of my New Years Resolution. This is how crazy this all is for me, and one week later I still cannot comprehend.
And on top of this all, I have the most amazing, supportive boyfriend, that manages to make me feel loved and motivated even when we are 894 miles away.


