Well that was … hard. Fucking hard. A few hours have passed since I crossed the finish line, and my thoughts of the day are starting to sink in. My legs feel like jelly and I'm finding it hard to get off the coach, but I’m soaking it all up and relishing in this feeling of fatigue; the proof that I gave this race all I had to give.
The Mississauga half marathon was my big goal spring race! I chose this race for a few reasons - firstly, the timing worked out with my travel plans, secondly I had heard great things about the course (and I wasn't disappointed) and thirdly I wanted to get really comfortable running the half marathon distance so when I race my half ironman this summer the run will feel like a familiar distance.