Nothing says “Welcome back to D.C.” quite like a layer of ice coating your car, biting wind, and freezing temperatures. Especially when you’ve spent the past five days in beautiful, sunny, 80 degree weather.
Last year around this time, the boyfriend went home to run a half-marathon with his family. He raved about it and, quite frankly, gloated about running outside in shorts and a t-shirt in the middle of January.
So this year I went with him, excited to check one more thing off my list.
I went into the race with low expectations. My primary goal was simply to add a new state to my race list, and my secondary goal was to not walk at all on the course. The last two half-marathons I’ve done have not gone well, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up here.
But it was fantastic.
I didn’t PR, by any means, but 1) I didn’t walk, and 2) I also hit my time goal! (Which I didn’t tell anyone about until after the fact…just in case.) The weather was beautiful, the course was flat, and running with the boyfriend, Hermanito, and their dad meant that I saw three familiar faces at the turnaround – all smiling.
This may not have been my best race ever, but it certainly got me back in the running groove, which is exactly what I needed.
Besides, only in LA would you see a spectator twirling flaming batons while cheering you on.
*All photo credits go to the boyfriend, except for the one of me running. Hermanito’s girlfriend took that and I love her for it considering I never get good running photos. I wonder if she’s available for my next race…