At mile 9 I said out loud, "I still feel pretty good! Only three miles left - let's do it!"
Yeah...the last 2 miles were KILLER. My legs ached so bad. My feet hurt. (But my lungs felt awesome!) I really had to power through mentally the last couple of miles. It was a long stretch in the sun on the way back and I was literally taking it one.step.at.a.time but I felt like a million bucks when we finished!
Today I do not feel like a million bucks.
I have a huge blister on the side of my foot and my body aches everywhere (why do people ever sign up for a half marathon more than once?! I'm definitely going to be a one-and-done.) but hearing my husband tell me over and over just how amazed he is that I did it and how proud of me he is (and how proud of myself I am!) makes all the pain worth it.
Finally! Finally I feel like I will indeed be able to do this thing next month!