I feel like the past few months have been a blur. I remember coming home from visiting my family in Arizona mid-August when I first started "training". I could barely squeeze out four miles without feeling like I was going to drop dead. I finally registered for the event in September and everything felt "real". I was going to do this-the right way, especially because I would be running on Team JAF in honor of my friend John who passed away the second semester of my freshman year of college. After John passed away, the next couple years of my life were really tough, as my family moved cross country, my grandfather died, I broke up with a long term boyfriend and battled depression and anxiety. Somehow, after traveling to Florence I broke out of my shell and everything changed. I became a new, better version of myself. I look back at those years and I never want to be in that place again, but at the same time going through it has given me a new vision for the kind of life that I want to live-a one with no regrets. I wouldn't change anything.
At the beginning of the current semester, I was on top of the world. I was coming off a high from a fantastic summer where I traveled all over the US and did some crazy hiking with my wonderful family. I had graduated, aced summer classes and was starting graduate school. Just before Halloween, I received the worst phone call of my life. My doctor, who I now know probably got D's in med school, diagnosed me with "pre-cancer of the cervix" and long story short-basically told me to "Google it". I had no idea what to do with myself, especially because my family is so far away. I cried, leaned on my friends, ate a lot of ice cream and tried to focus on the positive things in life. Eventually after getting a biopsy and a second opinion, I am in 100% good health. Long story, but the good news is that there is actually nothing wrong with me, my original doctor jumped the gun.
Throughout the entire pre-cancer drama, running was my outlet. I could still be in control of my body and it was the only time I really felt at peace with myself and my life at that point. As long as I was consistently running, I was okay. For so many reasons, the half marathon really became symbolic, which is why the actual event today was so emotional for me.
Event details:
This morning, my alarm went off at 5:00 a.m. (ew) and I immediately rolled out of bed, got dressed (I lay out all my gear the night before a race-superstition) and ate breakfast which was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a banana. I normally drink coffee but decided to cut it out on race day. I also took an Advil to avoid inflammation in my legs.
Parking was kind of crazy, we originally drove towards the race because I didn't want to walk right before I would be running. We drove around for about 30 minutes before deciding to drive closer to the Philadelphia Convention Center to park. They had porta potties laid out all around the city, which was very convenient considering we were running a little bit late and the lines close to the race were miles long. When we finally got to the starting line, close to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, I went through my rope stretching routine and then lined up with my color corral (purple). At 7:00 the gun sounded and the first wave of runners were off. I probably left around 7:18 with the third wave of runners.
The first three miles were a complete blur. I didn't even feel like I was running when I reached the 5k point. I was a little annoyed with the timing system, but I don't know how they would have done it otherwise. The clocks started when the first wave of runners left so when I reached the one mile mark it said 25:00. Clearly, it did not take me 25 minutes to run a mile. I had no idea what I was pacing. I just tried to run comfortably so I didn't over exert myself too early. I wound up eating two Power Gel drops at the water station at mile 5.25. I walked through it so that I didn't get a stomach cramp.
Around mile six when we were coming through South Street, there were just miles of people screaming, ringing cow bells and holding up signs. A personal favorite sign read "run if you think I'm hot"...clever. I laughed out loud when I saw it. I flew through miles six and seven because of what felt like the entire city out to cheer us on. At mile seven a guy tapped me on the shoulder and I thought he was being a creeper, but eventually realized he was getting my attention for my family! My Uncle John, Aunt Nancy and two cousins Blair and Joseph came to watch me run! This immediately pumped me up. I was so happy, I love my family-they are so supportive. I took two more Power Gel drops at the water station right after seeing them.
Miles 8-10 were probably the hardest miles I have ever run in my life. I wasn't expecting hills, but Philly brought them on. My legs felt like lead and I was cursing myself for not training on hills more often. I stopped to walk through the water stations at each mile and ate more Power Gels for energy. There was a horrendous hill at mile 9. I hated every second of it. I had no idea what I was pacing, my legs were on fire and there was no way I was running it. I stopped to walk for about two minutes to regain some strength. After the hill, I gunned it.
At mile 11 there were some people dressed up in crazy hippie costumes. I was really wishing that I had a camera, they looked awesome! At mile twelve, I really wanted to run off the road and into the bushes for a nap. I stopped to walk for a second and then thought to myself "what kind of competetor are you?". I had one mile left, walking wasn't necessary. I thought about all the reasons why I was running the marathon and just floored it. Crossing the finish line was the most amazing experience of my life. My BFF Glenn who came to watch got a text with my official chip time a few minutes after I crossed.
The official time was 2:09. I am really happy with my time. It was my first half marathon, I walked up the mile 9 monster hill and through several water stations and still came out six minutes under goal which was 2:15. Yahtzee! When I finished I received my medal, a space blanket and a bag of goodies which had a funky tasting probiotic bar, orange, apple juice and a soft pretzel which was really stale and cold. Yuck. I met up with Glenn and my family and we went out for my second breakfast (not before taking a picture on the Rocky steps) which was an egg and cheese sandwich on a multi grain bagel.
My favorite thing about running is that it is a competition with yourself, therefore everybody wins. There is nothing like running a race. I have tried to explain my love for the sport so many times, but words don't do it justice. I swam in high school, played basketball in middle school and always felt awful when I wasn't on top of my game. Some people might think 2:09 isn't a great time, but I felt like a champ before I started. Running reminds me of how lucky I am to even just be alive to finish and to carry on the memory of those who are no longer with us.
Thank you to everyone who had been following "Healthy Adelphi" before I went on a hiatus. I will be back at the end of the semester and will probably make an official annoucement before I come back. Hopefully at that time the blog will finally be on the school website.
One last thing, this next quote is for all of you who don't believe you could ever run a half marathon. After today, I know that I can TRULY do anything I put my mind to...and so can you. It's all about taking the first steps...
"The miracle isn't that I finished...it's that I had the courage to start"

