I did a thing.

Some of it was ego, peer pressure certainly drove me. But some friends and I set a goal last year and yesterday morning we followed through.

I have countless blisters on my toes, I can’t walk properly, my knees and hips randomly decide whether to function properly while I walk. Essentially, almost everything from my waist down is currently fucked.

Two friends and I ran a half marathon.

We’ve all come close before while training for this moment. But we saved the full distance for the official run, so we could do it together. And for some reason, we ran considerably faster at such distance than any of us have before.

As battered as I am today because of it, I’m incredibly proud of us for what we accomplished.

Today, I rest.