I got kind of sick of seeing 13.1 stickers on rear windshields. Like a half marathon is some sort of life-changing event worthy of bragging to everyone on the highway about? Paa-leese. The only way I could have a leg to stand on when I make fun of these people was to do it myself.
The run went really well. Matt and I stuck together for about 8 miles until I had to slow down a bit. We were just chatting it up and taking in the “scenery”. My whole goal was to have fun, so I made a conscious effort to keep smiling. It sounds kind of silly, but I really think that was the key to staying relaxed and posting a time I was proud of. I ended up keeping an 8:15 pace for a 1:48. Pretty stoked!