Air BnB Brooklyn Half Marathon
This weekend I ran the Air BnB Brooklyn Half Marathon. It’s one of my favorite races of the year. My half marathon personal record (PR) was set in Brooklyn two years ago and I was determined to beat it.
Brooklyn is not where I live, but it’s a borough that’s close to my heart. My first apt out of college was in Brooklyn and the neighborhood is rich in culture, diversity, and history.
I started the race about 15 minutes after my wave started. For whatever reason, the corales were wide but the race start was narrow. I felt as this is what Jesus meant when He said it was difficult for a camel to go through the eye of a needle.
I started at a good pace and felt great. I felt confident that this was going to be a good race, but by mile three I had to take a bathroom break and it started to rain.
While the rain provided immediate relief from the humid temps, it did not provide for a pleasant running experience. I was using my hands as windshield wipers for my face. And I could hear my socks sloshing around in my shoes.
Slosh. Slosh. Slosh.
Run. Run. Run.
It went on like this for more than half of the race.
I can’t tell you how ripped my feet were by the time I got home. I never knew blisters could have blisters! It is now Wednesday and my feet are finally feeling normal again, but my feet seriously are rippled up.
While other women, and men, would think my feet look totally gross right now I could not be more proud of my calloused feet.
I’ve EARNED these callouses, broken toe nails, and bruises. They are the evidence of hard work and the fight that I put up.
In life, when there’s anything worth having you must fight. And even if you win the fight, you never come out without a few scratches or bruises. Rawr!