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California and first 'Half Mary"

I'm on a plane headed to San Diego and I have wireless Internet access. Of COURSE I'm going to blog.
12 weeks ago I signed up to run a half marathon and the day has come!
The first time I came to California was for my sisters wedding.
The first Corso grandchild wedding.
The 2nd time I came to California was when I started a new job and my first day was in San Fran.
This will be my third visit and will be for my first half marathon.
California is shaping up to be the location of "firsts" for me.

This time last year I'd decided I would sign up for a half marathon to take place in October 2011- but seeing as I was going to be losing a roommate to her new marriage, having to find a new place to move, and really just unsure of what life was going to look like. Little did I know, come October I'd be moving to Florida, so I wasn't able to run. (maybe...just maybe I was a bit relieved.)

Then at Christmas time this year, my uncle said he would be running the full marathon along with my cousin Michael in San Diego. He threw out the option for me to run the 1/2.

I decided on my birthday I would officially run. I registered for the race, bought a new pair of tennis shoes, and started training.

Here I am, 12 weeks later, I've run 165 miles, and will complete my first half marathon on Sunday morning.

Until the morning of my runs, I never really know how my body is going to feel, so I'm praying for a strong body and a strong mind on Sunday morning.

I've done the time, I'm ready to do the run.

Here's to running 13.1 miles!

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  1. Leticia AnaJune 1, 2012 at 10:07 PM

    Find your strong on that course, love. You got this. Believe.

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