Rock n Roll:DC- Tired, Train, Trust-March 2016

After the long months of cold and over 30 inches of snow, I arrived at the Rock n Roll:DC half marathon.

It was a blast. I had been tired from working consecutive night shifts and this event was on a Saturday unlike other half marathons I have run in the past, except Baltimore.

I spent 2.5 hrs in traffic to pick up my packet on a Friday night. Between the traffic, security and all the training to get to this event, I was simply exhausted.

Saturday was a brisk Spring day. I decided that I had done all I can to get me to the event healthy so I matters we'll have fun.

I did. I listened to the sites and sounds of the bands and cheers of the spectators. Around mile 5-7, I turned up the music in my iPod. I knew what lay ahead. A huge hill by the National Zoo was gonna trying to beat me down. I felt like an old car with a manual stick shift gear system and powered it down. I made it up the hill and conserved energy for the second half of the event.

I had no time expectations during this event. My goal was to finish strong and smile for the camera. I finished in 2hr. I was pleasantly surprised. It was my first half at 2 hr since 1996, 20 yrs ago.

Felt strong- Journey on

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