Well, I was at it again this weekend, running another race - the Brooksie Way this time (my 4th time running it). A slightly longer race than the CRIM - the Brooksie Way is a half marathon (13.1 miles).
My sister and I have been training together pretty hard over the last month to up our mileage for this half marathon. The weekend after the CRIM, we went our for an 11-miler. I was feeling great and feeling confident about the upcoming half. My sister, Emily, however, was having an old injury pop up again, which left her feeling nervous and a bit defeated. She planned to take it easy the coming week and hopefully be healthy the following weekend for our 12-mile training run.
The next weekend we drove together to the Clinton River Trail - a nice flat trail that is actually a converted railroad track. It was a beautiful sunny morning. Emily was feeling great and we were both ready to tackle our last long run before the Brooksie Way the following weekend. Then, trouble hit - not Emily, me. At the 6-mile mark we turned to head back and all my energy went down the tubes, or I "hit the wall" as they call it. The rest of the run was a disaster. We walked, we ran (me in misery), we walked again. I was starting to wonder if my mid-week training wasn't enough.... was I even ready to run 13.1 miles? Emily reminded me how powerful our minds can be and assured me that between her bad run and mine, we were bound to have a great race.
It was a cold morning - the coldest it's been all season, 47 degrees. We were up before the sunrise and cruising down the freeway in the early, Sunday morning hours, well before most people were even considering waking up. It was race day.
"Emily reminded me how powerful our minds can be... we were bound to have a great race."
It was a cold start, but the sun had finally risen in the sky and began to warm us. It seemed like only a few minutes and we were at mile 1, then 2, 3,4. The race was flying by and so were we. We were half way, then 3/4. And just like that, we were rounding the corner on our way to the finish line (which was up hill, by the way), sitting pretty at 8 minutes per mile pace - our fastest mile all morning.
We finished strong and most importantly will smiles on our faces (and our cookies still in place - that's another story for another time). It was an amazing, beautiful day and I am so happy that I got to share it with my sister.
Do you have an activity that you like to do with your sibling? I would love to hear how you bond with one another!