It couldn't have been a better day for my friend's first 1/2. It was cloudy day and the storm that went around us took all the humidity with it. She wore appropriate clothing and looked cute with her now 4 month baby bump.
We started out slowly and jogged down a large hill. We passed two women that said they are normally the "butt end." We chatted briefly and kept going. The first turn brought the first hill that we walked up. The two ladies behind us caught up and passed us.
Fast forward. We ran maybe a total of a mile. We did lots of "deep discussing" about everything under the sun. I really think we fixed the world's problems.
At least in our little world!
My friend did awesome. She really listened to her body and adjusted her pace accordingly. She apologized a couple of times and I assured her all was good. (Besides being pregnant, she has asthma and really wasn't able to "train" since she has gotten sick just about every day. She's actually lost weight since she got pregnant.)
This was so good for us both. The team mentality was awesome. I was over my normal competitiveness, with myself, even when we were a mile behind the slowest 1/2 marathoner. It was all good.
I actually found muscles that I forgot about, which really surprised me. Walking definitely uses different muscles or uses your muscles differently. I think this 1/2 may really help me in the next three.
We did great, but the last two miles were tough on my friend. She was starting to get leg cramps. I told her as long as it wasn't in her abdomen, I was fine with that pain. She had already battled shortness of breath, a side cramp, a cramp in the hip area, her hips popping, and calf tightness. To say the least she didn't let the mental get to her. She is one tough cookie!
We finished in 3:23 which was about 15:30 minute miles. Normally that would be agonizingly slow for me, but we had a great time.
The one disappointment was that they ran out of 1/2 marathon medals and will mail ours. I really wanted her to feel that sense of accomplishment when that metal is hanging around your neck. Delayed gratification, I guess.
We started for home and the rain began. A quick stop for lunch and then we parted ways. She ended up joining me at "coffee shop church" where the sermon really hit home with her. To say the least, it was a perfect day!