Ahhhh, Louisville! I’ve had more than a couple amazing trips there, sometimes with friends and once with just Todd, sometimes passing through and sometimes to stay. This trip was different than any of the others.
This time I had ALL three of my sisters, three brother-in-laws, and a 13.1 mile race. For the first time ever.
Everyone likes to rub it in that I’ve always said I’d “never” run a half-marathon, and while that is completely factual, at least giving in on running a stupid-long race with sisters and a friend in one of my favorite places in the country which would end with a party serving free bourbon is way better than reneging on something like never doing drugs.
This has involved a lot of firsts. First time following a training schedule, first time watching pace like a hawk while training, first time dealing with crazy feet pain, first time skipping a nightcap with a long run scheduled for the next morning, and then the obvious first time running a half-marathon. And while it seems like a stretch to say it was fun, the race part went well and the rest really was fun!
I’m pretty sure this whole idea started with an article in Runner’s World about which races have the best post-race parties, with the Urban Bourbon Half-Marathon being rated to be one of the best. The band was great (if only we’d snagged picture of the lead singer trying to engage Kevin…), but the crazy long lines for pizza, bourbon samples, and beer put a damper on the fact that those things were all delicious and kind of free.
So here I sit, resting my poor feet on water bottles of ice, completely grateful for the experience. I’m grateful for Jenny, Jackie, and Lindsey for giving me the push to do this and for all the miles we’ve logged together even before today. I’m grateful for Julie who carried around a ton of our stuff, made encouraging signs, and followed us around on the course to cheer (and dragging along the brothers-in-law, ha!). I’m grateful for Todd who gave me many Saturday mornings free of kids to run. And I’m grateful for all those running friends who said “Ehhhh no biggie, you’ll rock that!” We had the BEST running weather, a great race, yummy bourbon, and memories to last a lifetime! Peace out, Louisville!