1. My favorite question... How did it go????
How does one answer this? How did it go? Well, I FINISHED. I set the goal, I trained my heart out, and I ran TWENTY SIX POINT TWO miles... So, yes, there is a total sense of accomplishment and euphoria. I had my moment... I earned it... and it's mine. But, let's be real here: It SUCKED!!! Holy crap. The course JUST.KEPT.GOING. I trained to 22 miles, so I got used to long runs, but we were always running back and forth along Rt. 234. Going 26.2 miles, no repeats, just seemed to make it DRAG on. I was fairly confident at the end that someone out there was moving the finish line back each time I got close... and having a good chuckle at my misery!!!
2. The MCM ends with a GIANT hill
|Eileen is one of the ones that didn't |
tell me about the STUPID hill!!
3. Having your peeps there is EVERYTHING!
I have the best husband ever.
|Love notes never grow old! :)|
HOWEVER. We KNEW they were in front of the Natural History Museum and let me tell you: that was EVERYTHING. Of course I was growing more and more disgruntled knowing where they were (but not knowing the MM) as the Washington Monument had disappeared and I was fairly confident that we were somehow back in Arlington which meant we still had a WAYS.TO.GO. to get to them, but, it kept me going. Seeing my babies and my hubby was exactly what I needed to change my attitude and give me the lift I needed to keep going. Of course, the oranges that Eileen's hubby had packed might have also helped with that just a bit as I had choked down as much of a breakfast as I could in the morning, but not as much as I SHOULD have given the day's task. Nerves can be killer!!!
As we continued on we knew we'd see them again at MM 19 which was just a quick walk across to the other side of the mall for them, but a windy, mile long loop past the Capitol (GORGEOUS scenery this mile!) for us. And then once we started crossing the Memorial Bridge (aka "The Bridge that Never Ends" to us "Marathoners"... lol!) at MM 20, I knew my big brother and his lovely fiancé would be out at MM 23, so I still had that to look forward to.
4. Your mental stability WILL be called into question...
And then MM 23 never seemed to come. It was "only" three miles from MM 20 (yes, I can do math), but I think after 20 miles, each mile to come becomes like 2 or 3, mentally. I was fine at 20, think I was fine at 21 (it's all a blur at this point). But, by the time I FINALLY reached 23 and saw John and Virginia, I BROKE. Virginia was smart enough to give John a shove into the course (yes, Virginia, I may have been delirious, but I saw that... and thank you!)... I will forever have emblazoned in my mind the memory of my big brother jogging next to me in his jeans and brown loafers as I sobbed my little heart out, confessing that this was, in fact, the STUPIDEST thing I'd ever done. He gave me the pep talk of ALL pep talks and I was able to pull myself together and he gave me a hug (don't tell!) and then I was off again, flying solo.
5. That BITCH!
Yes, I swore on my precious little blog. It's justified... really... that BITCH! Here I am, recently sewn together again by my brother when I hear peppy-mc-peppy, the stupid 5 hour pacer chick, and all her happiness (complete with her peppy 5 hour pacer sign decorated with fancy red balloons) starting to breathe down my neck... she may have even passed me. Making it to the finish line in under 5 hours was my secret goal and that BITCH was right there trying to take that from me. I swear, at the time, it felt like the grim reaper... Let me tell you, although I was a sore, whiny, mess at that point, seeing that chick, sent me to a place where I'd never been before. No joke. I dug deep (didn't know I had it in me), my body went NUMB, and next thing I knew my barely jog/blubbering mess turned back into my pace as if I'd just set out for a quick morning run. I left her IN.THE.DUST. And, that would have been all well and good if that had been mile 26 or even mile 25, but it was somewhere in mile 23 and trying to sustain that pace for another 3 miles (again, when one mile doesn't seem to be the standard 5,280 feet) just seemed like a futile effort. I do, however, now know what it's like to be a fugitive, running from the law: Constantly looking over your shoulder, knowing they're back there and that it's only a matter of time!! ;) So, yes, if you've seen my posted time, that bitch did eventually catch up to me again and this time forever pass me. I finished at 5:08. And, I'm okay with that. Really.
It is hard to know if my mind LET me give up or if my haggard body just gave in... In any event, at some point I knew it was inevitable and that I had to let myself be okay with that. REALLY. Come on, I'm running a MARATHON... finishing IS everything (unless you're from Kenya!). ;)
6. Running the marathon is the easy part, getting home is another story
|Entertaining ourselves on the shuttle|
7. Rite of PassageHaving always been a quieter soul (unless you know me) who is a pleaser (God forbid we have a confrontation), I feel like I have really grown in my 30s (I mean mentally, although, physically, I am tipping the scales at my largest adult, non-pregnant weight). Instead of holding back, I'm a much bigger fan of telling things like they are. In fact, I feel like the world would be a MUCH better place if we'd all just be straight-forward and honest with each other (in a diplomatic way, of course). I feel a connection my new theme song:
8. Another marathon?
|Strike a pose? Nope... car|
is holding me up!
For now? I'm going to bask in the glory of having run a MARATHON! I feel incredibly blessed to not only have the health to have DONE it, but also to have so many good people around me to support me in this endeavor!! As I am rounding out my 30s, I feel like a lucky woman!!!
THANK YOU for letting me drone on and on and on about it!!
:) Two boys, a little Rose, John, & The Marathon Mommy! ;)