Once upon a time, I thought it would be a great idea to run a half marathon. We signed up for it three and a half months prior and started training. Then we stopped. Then the date of the race came and we had clocked maaaaybe 12 miles each. In one-two mile increments.
BUT! We showed up bright and early and did our determined, albeit wimpy, best, and finished!
2) bonus if we finish in under the mandatory 6 hours.
And we succeeded! I think our time was like 3 hours 20 minutes or something hilariously bad like that (16 minute miles, y'all) and we were dead, but we were so proud of ourselves! Actually Austin was mostly just super ticked haha, he was sore and charlie-horsing and so done that he was just scowling for the next hour, ha! It was extra funny because he's normally so mild-mannered. The rest of us (Austin's mom, my dad, and our friends the Birdsalls) were feeling accomplished and satisfied but Austin was uncharacteristically crabby. Love you babe!
It was fun to have family and friends involved (everyone killed us - Renetta got first in her age group and Austin's mom and Dad also did extremely well, and my dad finished under 3 hours.) We saw some more people we recognized.
If anyone is interested in how to run a half marathon with zero training, here's how we did it:
THE POULSEN TECHNIQUE
*note: every time I say "run" I really mean "lightly jog"*
-run the first two miles without stopping
-walk for one (or two or three or four) minutes
-run for at least four minutes
-repeat walk/run until legs give out, then slog through however you can (this happened around miles 8-11)
-cry and lament every step for miles 12 and 13, praying for more water stations
-start running with one tenth of a mile left and look triumphant at the finish line
We were proud of ourselves for sure, even though we really were pathetic haha, but it was pretty embarrassing when we got passed by the first full marathon runner at our mile 4 and HIS MILE 9, what!? And then I'm pretty sure the rest of the full marathoners passed us by the time we finished. Not even joking.
It goes without saying that we got last place haha. BUT we had fun together and now I get to cross that off my bucket list aaaaand never do it again! : )
Also, my knee joints and every muscle in my body ached for like four days. Austin and I looked like we were 90 years old, hobbling around everywhere haha. We had people over for dinner that night (which, in hindsight, was not very good planning) and I was too tired to make the chicken for the tacos, so we got Chipotle. Win.
(I have pictures but they are hiding somewhere, so stay tuned...)