This weekend was my half marathon out in Amish country. Tyler wasn't on call this weekend, he even took extra days off so we could make a little weekend trip out of it. We drove up to Lancaster, PA which is only about an hour away and stayed for the weekend. The race was in the gorgeous Amish country, and the Amish children were handing out cups of water and gatorade at all the water stations along the way. It was so fun to see them and interact with them.
I didn't beat my last time which I really wanted to do. But for some reason this race was really hard for me. Maybe cuz it was my 3rd and I just wasn't that excited about it. Maybe because I was dehydrated and tired from mile 2. Or maybe it was the massive, crippling sideache I got at mile 3 that didn't go away and still hasn't gone away(and it's almost 2 days after). Or possibly all the hills, or my knees hurting, or all these excuses I'm trying to come up with to make myself feel better. My first race I ran in 2 hours and 10 minutes, my 2nd race was 1 hour and 59 minutes, and this one was 2 hours 5 minutes. And that can only mean one thing: I have to run another one so that I can beat my fastest time. Only this time I am going to wait a little longer to run my next one.
|We tried getting pictures of the horse and buggy's as we were passing them.|
|Damon waiting for me at the finish line.|
|Katelynn so patiently waiting.|
|And Andee, crying. It was freezing cold and for some reason Tyler didn't get her coat on her. She ended up wating in the van watching a movie.|
|Can you see me? In the red and black really far away.|
|Can you see me yet? I'm getting there, just slowly.|
|Ah, finished at last. I just wanted to lay down and be carried to the hotel. Somebody was handing out bottles of gatorade at the finish line, I grabbed one and chugged like I've never chugged before.|
|A random picture Tyler took.|
|More Amish farms.|