“AND I CAME IN LIKE A WREEEECKING BAAALLL…”
Miley’s whiny voice blasted from my (borrowed) iPod. The song has been a running joke this past few weeks and though it’s not a suitable running song, I still put it in my running playlist as an ode to my crazy friends. I looked up and noticed that I’ve only just passed the 11 KM mark – “Great!”, I thought to myself, “Roughly 10 more kilometers to go before the finish line. @#$%!”.
My alarm rang at 7 that morning – much later than when I would have woken up had I been staying uptown. However, thanks to my generous friend, Ella, I was able to stay with her the night before the race at a highly convenient location, one that is very close to the start line. For the first time in several months, I woke up pumped and ready to go on a Sunday morning. Today would be the day I finally get to fulfill this half-marathon dream of mine. I talked about it in my undergrad days and have kept it in the back of my mind since then. It’s been a long time coming!