Second one down
Yesterday I did it. It was ugly, It was hard. It was miserable. It was slow. It was painful. But I did it. I completed my second half marathon. I hadn't trained as hard for this one as I did for my first. I had gained weight. I was not physically or mentally ready. But I had registered and payed the money to push myself to doing something that 2% of the population has completed. Plus, one of my high school classmates that I haven't seen since graduation (22 years ago) was going to be there with all of her peeps, so I had to do it. I woke up right before the alarm because of a nightmare I had had about the race and the fact that I didn't wake up until 7 (which was the start time of the race). I was in the hotel and somehow the bathroom door got locked, so we couldn't use it. Fortunately, the only thing in there was my toothpaste and toothbrush so mom went down to the front desk to get someone to open up the door. I started getting ready and they brou