Around January of this year while we were setting goals, I decided to finally train for a 1/2 marathon, it's been a goal of mine for a while, so it was time. I talked Dave into training with me, and we did it! Since about 4 years ago, I never considered myself a runner, in fact in high school the cross country team had a saying, "I run, it hurts, and I like it." So me and some of my soccer friends had our own saying, "I run, and when it hurts, I stop." I didn't like running at all, and I never tried very hard. The only running I did was so soccer, and I was decently fast, but never long distances. Fast forward to after a couple of kids and a good friend of mine got me into it. I noticed lots of mom's used running as a therapy or release, so I reluctantly started and really started to love it! It was hard to train for the half marathon, I had to really carve out time on Saturday's (especially when the distances got pretty long), and go to bed earlier, etc. I remember feeling so accomplished after I did my first 10 miles without stopping. The day of the race went really well! I did get pretty sick afterwards, so that part wasn't any fun, but I definitely want to do another one! A few days before my race, my finger (which had been getting progressively worse) got so bad that I finally went into the Dr. He said I had paronychia, and he cut into my nail and gave me antibiotics. My nail fell off and is slowly growing back, it was such a weird thing...
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