Wow. I am not sure if I yet have the words to describe my emotions and thoughts after finishing 26.2 miles. First things first, since I don’t believe in burying the lead…I only achieved my C goal and finished with a time of 5:27. It was definitely not what I was expecting and I was definitely a little bit disappointed that I didn’t at least finish under 5 hours. But, let’s start from the beginning.
First of all, why didn’t anyone tell me that running a marathon was so emotional?? I burst into tears two times on race day and ALMOST cried about 50. I’m not over exaggerating. I’m not going to recap mile by mile because that would take SO long but I will hit some highlights and lowlights.
Race day morning dawned dark and rainy. I ran a couple blocks down the road to drop my bag at bag drop and unfortunately got soaked. My only real regret of the day was not bringing extra compression socks I could change into. I started the race with the 4:45 pace group. The group was led by two awesome women who kept spirits up and kept a consistent pace. Through the group, I met a few really great runners and the miles seemed to fly by…until mile 14.
At mile 14, the blisters that had started forming around my toes became incredibly painful. Every step just killed me. This was definitely a lowlight. I kept pushing, but saw the 4:45 pacers push past me and just didn’t have it in me to keep step with them. Well, there went my A goal. I got excited though because even though I was hurting, I knew that there was a junk food stop at mile 16 and I’d see my honey at mile 17.
At the junk food stop, I had a sip of coke that was delightful. I couldn’t imagine eating any real food at this point. I kept trucking and sure enough, as I approached mile 17, I saw K. Cue first crying jag. I saw him and immediately burst into tears. I stopped to hug him, he ran with me for awhile and I made a quick pit stop in a 7-11 to use the restroom. I was sad to say bye to him but looking forward to seeing him again post race.
I kinda just trotted (slowly) along soaking it all in until I came upon mile 20. There was an awesome arch we ran under that said “welcome to the wall.” I felt in pain but was still moving okay. As it turns out, my time was 3:53 at mile 20, which is exactly the time it took me to run my 20 mile training run! Unfortunately, the wheels were about to come off…
I just realized this is turning into a super long recap and I’m not quite done yet…so come back tomorrow to read about miles 20-26.2. Which, like they all say, was a totally different race! Check out part two of my recap here.
What was your favorite race experience?