so i did it.
i ran in a charity half-marathon for the hospital yesterday afternoon. outrun the sun, if you will, which i did.
my goal was to finish without walking (except at water stations, three of which i slowed down for).
13.1 miles. 9:30 min miles (i know...not impressive for you marathoners, but consider for a first-time half-marathoner who trained whilst doing her picu rotation)
the pain i feel now is worth it. it was all for the kids.
i was severely impressed with c.j.. he's a medicine resident whom i was chatting with before the race. he had not trained specifically for this race. he decided to run on wednesday, with the race being saturday. he non-chalantly told me that he used to run track and cross-country in college and that he would have been a professional runner were he not 6'8". maybe if he were 6'2", he said. or 6'5" at the most. i nodded my head, thinking that the last year as an intern, if not the grueling 4 years of med school, would have gotten him slightly out of shape. nope. he placed in the top 20 overall, 3rd in his age group. why does being 6'8" disqualify you from being a professional runner?
today is about recovery. i slept in. brunch at lou's with my brother, who drove up with sister-in-law to cheer me on.
i did do one productive thing...my laundry, which in my new abode means going to the laudromat.
note to self: never do laundry on a rainy sunday afternoon.