Roxie smoked it. She did awesome and I was incredibly happy and proud. Congratulate her! She earned it.
Starting Line: Fun, but there were no corrals and there were 17,000 runners. Officially, there were 3 groups, but there was no indication of where the 3 groups were supposed to queue. Also, there were a fair number of spectators in the runner's chute. It was just a huge mass of people going all different paces.
Miles 1-4: good.
Miles 5-7: my plantar fasciae started to be tender and then moved to full-on pain. I've struggled with plantar fasciitis for months, but never so badly during a workout.
Mile 8: I tried to lift my spirits by cheering for other people which sort of worked for awhile.
Miles 9 -13.1: I remember nothing but my heels hurting. Last night someone asked if we'd gone along McCommas Boulevard and I didn't know. It was all pain, all the time. I'd run a minute to relieve the pain, then that would hurt. Then I'd walk a minute for some relief, than that would hurt. Then I'd stop and stretch. Lather, Rinse, Repeat for 4 miles.
My slowest half marathon ever, but I had a great weekend in Dallas.
Calling doctor for a referral to physical therapy.