It was a normal, shenanigan filled Meg night in Newark when my short friend introduced the idea of running a half marathon. I had already said no prior to this, but now a few drinks in and vulnerable, I caved. So there I sat, at the corner of the bar, registering to run 13.1 miles.
Ironically enough, we were all set to run the Yuengling Shamrock half marathon in Virginia Beach with a few friends. Having never run a half marathon before or a distance even close to that, we weren’t sure how to train for such a long run. So we didn’t do much of it. Our longest distance prior to the race was 9 miles in a single session and included our usual celebratory post run drink. I mean if you’re going to drink after the event on race day, better make every training day count. So in the end, we essentially just winged it.
Conditions for race day were ideal for not running a half marathon. With temperatures in the 30’s and sleet/freezing rain, it was nothing but miserable in terms of weather conditions. Despite the motivation to run being minimal, we did it. It was painful, freezing, miserable, and the definition of Meg luck, but we did it.
Thanks to our friends who convinced us to do it. Thanks to Yuengling for such a fun, well organized atmosphere. Oh and damn it Keely!