My mom and I got there early to try and beat the crowds on the metro.
It was chilly out at 6:30 in the morning.
|We dressed for the morning|
However, I can't run with something tied around my waist and I'm picky about what I wear when I run, so I dropped the warmer clothes for what I'll actually run in.
|That's the Pentagon in the background|
I was chilly while waiting, but so thankful after the first mile. I get hot when I run and today was no different.
|The crowed behind us|
But I ran. And ran. And ran. I managed to convince myself to run the whole first half and a majority of mile 6 and 7. Mile 8 was my wall and I walked almost all of it. My feet were killing me, my knees ached and the asphalt was hot. Mile 9 was alluring, knowing you only have a mile left to go. But there was one last hill thrown in before the finish line. I managed to finish in (I think) about 2 hours or so.
I downed two bottles of water and two bananas as soon as I finished and made it to the end. After a while, Mom finished and joined me. We were exhausted and felt like old people.
But we both finished!! I was so proud of my Mom for running/walking and finishing her first running race.
|Me with the Old Guard and Honor Guard|
I'm still hurting and my lower back seized up, but I'm super proud of my Mom and I for finishing. I'm sure we'll do it again next year.
P.S. I count this as Shoe #18.
*My mom took all these pictures except the first one. I'm not coherent enough to do it that early.