The half.

“Maybe the hardest part of life is just having the courage to try” -Rachel Hollis

I had mentioned to my boyfriend that sometime before I die I would like to run a half marathon, or at least try. I had wanted to try the 5k too, and that managed to work out for me, so I knew I wanted to take the next big leap and do a half marathon. I was thinking after college, once I was settled somewhere and working full time with no priorities outside of work besides training.

This sounded great, mostly because it was a few years in the future, but it still sounded nice.

Until my boyfriend texted me on a night in late September talking about Grandma’s Marathon in Duluth, MN. He was thinking about doing the half because his sister was planning to do the full.

All I could think was “dang, that’s so many miles, and so many hours of running, yuck lol, I need a few years yet”.

On the last day in September, I was at his appartment and we were making dinner together. In the most casual way, he said something along the lines of “let’s do the half marathon in June”. HA!

HA!

HA!

I thought it was a hillarious idea, and that he was crazy for even suggesting it.

But then I asked “When do I have to decide this by?”

He replied with a sly “Tomorrow, registration opens tomorrow and it fills up immediately”

OMG.

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Long story short, after thinking non-stop about this stupid race for the next 24 hours, we signed up to run the half marathon in Duluth. OMG. I still hate running, and now I’m somehow going to figure out how to run for damn near three hours without stopping?!!! Crazy. Absolutely not.