It was hard. It rained a LOT. It was cold. My time sucked.
Did I mention it was hard? As I type this, I can barely walk. My muscles ache, of course, but my knees are hurting pretty bad. Time for therapy exercises again! Of course, admittedly, I haven't been running either. Time for that, too!
But I ran it, clear up to 12-something miles - when my stomach revolted. Sudden, sharp, painful cramps. It hurt to run, it hurt to walk, it even hurt a bit to breathe. I walked/ran (probably a bit more run than walk) approximately a mile-ish and ran the rest of the way to the finish line.
There wasn't a lot of thinking or internal conversation this time. From the very beginning, I told myself to "Just Run. Just Keep Running." That and "finish this fucking thing and you'll never have to do it again!" were really the only coherent thoughts I had.
Let me remind you that the Little Rock Half was scheduled to be my first half marathon. I chickened out and have regretted it ever since. Hence the "Unicorn Race", the one I failed to conquer.
I completed my Unicorn Race. The question is, does the 12 mile run and one mile run/walk qualify as defeating my Unicorn Race? That's no question, honestly.
I'll see you next year, Little Rock.