Half mary
I finished my first half marathon (21 km) last Sunday. It was anticlimactic.
It was really a goal I set for this quarter. But I ended up attempting (and achieving) it way too early.
The night before, I was just planning to go for a long run. Definitely not a half marathon.
After the first 5 km, I was still contemplating whether to try to finish a half marathon. My longest run was 18 km. By 10 km, my mind and body were already complaining, "Another round of this??" Approaching 15, I was thinking of ending the run already. There's still a next time I told myself. And, this was supposed to be this quarter's goal! I thought to myself, okay I'd just do 16 km (10 miles). But after a quick water break at 16, I decided to just go for it. Fortunately, I was able to finish in around 2h48m.
I felt strong being able to finish the run but for some reason, only a small part of me wanted to celebrate. Like I was in no mood to be happy with it. I felt alone. Like there's no one to share this feat with. Not that I did it for somebody else. But still..
Yes, sad boy energy all over again. Maybe because I have a lot in my mind right now. Maybe that's also the reason why I ran a half marathon.
The run cleared some of my thoughts but they remain in circles. I think I need a life reset.