My First Half Marathon: One For The Books
I don't think I would classify my story as a joyful story. I also wouldn't call it a horror story. It just simply is, and after you read it, I'll let you decide what to call it. That being said, let me tell you about my first half marathon. The morning started early. In fact, it started much earlier than this picture that has 5:54AM on it. Our 7mo old had gotten up several times during the night and let me just say that out of fear that I would become dehydrated during the race, I made sure to drink about 8ish ounces every time I got up. I also drank about 12 ounces before we left for the race, properly hydrating and feeling good! We had eaten grilled chicken and vegetable kebobs for dinner the previous night, which proved to be a good pre-race meal. I had actually gotten a decent amount of sleep for me, despite having to get up to nurse Duke in the middle of the night. I was ready to go! Once we found a spot on the Bentonville square, I took a few moment...
