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#48: If I faltered, there would be no arms to hold me and the world would be a cold and forbidding place.

Well, it’s official. I’m running the Bass Pro half marathon. I mailed in the registration form on Saturday. And if signing up for a half marathon wasn’t enough, I did some more research on the Little Rock marathon and printed off the Hal Higdon marathon training plan.

Linden and Rob left for Germany on Wednesday, so Sunday was my first long run alone. I was already nervous when I went to bed Saturday night, and my anxiety made it hard to fall asleep and stay asleep. There was just something about running 12 miles without that other person at my side that freaked me out. And to make matters worse—because I was already sort of upset when I woke up—I couldn’t find my watch before I left. In my frenetic search, I woke up Chris, who got up and searched with me, but we couldn’t find it (I had accidentally tossed in the dirty laundry) and I worked myself in a tizzy of defeatist self talk.

I was really feeling sorry for myself when I left the house, but about half way to Bass Pro, I got a text message. Figuring it was from Chris and hoping he had found the watch, I opened my phone to find a message from Linden!

Good luck on your 12 miler today! I’ll be thinking about you and praying for strength. Even though I’m not with you physically, I’m there mentally. Love, lam

That was just what I needed to get me to Bass Pro, but as I and the rest of the OMRR training group left the parking lot, I teared up and started wondering if I could really do the run, but about half a mile in, I met up with Larry, who is also training for the half marathon. We walked and ran and chatted for about four miles until I started hitting a stride and went off by myself.

Eventually I headed off on my own and had a pretty decent run by myself. Another girl was ahead of me and I made a game out of “catching” her. I caught up with her at about mile 7, we bounced back and forth for a few miles, and I finished about ten minutes ahead of her. I finished up the 12 miles in 2:28:00.

The chafing wasn’t too bad this week, but the legs were pretty tight for the remainder of Sunday—I found myself going up and down stairs sideways. After the 12-miler last Sunday, this week’s 7-miler will be a breeze!

“If I faltered, there would be no arms to hold me and the world would be a cold and forbidding place.” — Sir Roger Bannister