Remember that time I ran a half marathon??

I do.  I remember how much time I had to spend running during training.  I remember the protein shakes and the ice baths.  I remember working extra hours to pay for my hotel and my plane ticket.  But most of all, I remember the humidity kicking my butt by the half way mark on race day.  I remember watching the heels of my friend's feet for miles.  I remember thinking, "how come I trained so fricking hard for this and I'm the one struggling?"  I remember feeling like I was going to fall over once I actually stopped running.  I remember holding my medal for the first time and thinking it was heavier than I expected.  

I remember thinking how much all of the hard work training was worth it, even if it was a lackluster run on race day.  I remember loving the race course so much that I convinced myself I really would be crazy enough some day to try to run the full marathon in Disney World.  I remember signing up for my next half marathon thinking it would be easy to maintain my fitness for a few months and do it all over again.

Yup, I remember when I ran a half marathon.