Both Hollys were running well before I was. I don't even know how many half marathons San Antonio Holly has run by now (in addition to her full marathon). Phoenix Holly got started running (and got started looking really incredible as a result) but then got sidelined for a while by a foot injury.
Once she was back to running, I had one of my greatest ideas ever. Yes, better even than eggnog flavored oatmeal. (WAY better than coffee flavored oatmeal. That was...not good.) I mentioned to San Antonio Holly that I thought it could be fun if we met up in Phoenix and ran the half marathon there with Phoenix Holly. San Antonio Holly was in just like that, before I even got to the part where it would be flat and dry and get me out of the winter weather for a long weekend.
Phoenix Holly, on the other hand, took some convincing. She would be extremely happy to host SA Holly and me, but as for running the half marathon, she was not so sure about that.
Somehow, I talked her into it. Which is why she spent about the last hour and a half of the run hating my guts. She was well within her rights there.
She was also kicking ass. Specifically mine. See, Holly, in her first ever half marathon, beat both of my previous half marathon times by six and four minutes, respectively.
Along the way, we passed through not one, but three cities: Tempe, Phoenix, and Scottsdale. We chose the winner of Most Awesomely Terrible Half Marathon Running Outfit. (Congratulations, girl in the ripped black t-shirt, short shorts, fishnet thigh-highs, and hot pink leg warmers.) (Fishnets! Can you even imagine the chafing?) We enjoyed the dry air and course that, on the rare occasions that it wasn't flat, was I swear way more downhill than uphill. I do not know how they managed it, but it was outstanding.
We all finished together, a first for me, and so much more fun than crossing alone. We got an official race photo, which is very cute, but also $35 to download, so instead here's one that a stranger took on my phone.
I have not intentionally popped my collar there. I had the jacket tied around my waist for most of the race and put it back on afterward when I got cold. Speaking of which, you know you've had a good half marathon when the worst pain you experience is the brain freeze from the free Jamba Juice smoothie afterward.
You know who else was cold? The girl whose family and friends surprise doused her in water and Gatorade. She looked extremely unamused and we were pissed on her behalf. We were freezing and we were merely damp at the time.
Then we got in the car and sat in traffic for a long time and then stopped at McDonalds for fries to replenish our salt and coffee to replenish our life force. Then we went back to Holly's house, showered, put on sweats and covered ourselves in Icy Hot. A few hours later, we became presentable and went out for dinner. Mexican food and margaritas! Except we were forced to go home after just one margarita each with dinner, since we were falling asleep at the table. At 7:30 pm. Hot times, folks.
I proposed that we make this an annual event. San Antonio Holly says yes. Phoenix Holly says she'll think about it, once her feet stop hurting.
(Hey Holly, I just heard on TV that red wine is an anti-inflammatory, so that one bottle we didn't open while we were there sounds like just the thing for your feet! Drink it and then we'll talk about next year!)