I am currently in a state of recovery, having run my third half marathon ever– and in the same calendar year.

I’ll be quite frank: it wasn’t pretty. Probably because of no training and date lunches with my husband.

Would I do it all over again? No, probably not.

Is this my last half marathon ever? Eh, never say never. I met a wonderful fellow walker at mile nine and we both shuffled our way to the end. I sprained my left hip at mile two, miles six through ten had no shade from the sweltering sun, and I sprained my ankle at mile eight.

Despite all this, I still won’t say never.