It was a marathon weekend. I headed down to the cape on Saturday
night with Maggie. She came down with me so I didn’t totally freak out
before the race. We had a nice date night that included dinner and
a walk on the beach. How romantic.
I loaded up on pizza and salad. Perfect pre-race meal. It was glorious. Nice
and relaxing. It was exactly what I needed the night before the race. I got a
good night of sleep. Maggie- not so much due to intense sexual session in the
room next to us. I missed that.
I woke up at 7:30 in the morning ready to rock and roll.
It was a great start to the day. I got back to hotel and got suited up.
Maggie dropped me close to the convention center. We said our goodbyes
and I headed to the start line. I stopped to pee real quick and jumped in the
9 minute corral. I knew where I wanted to be time wise. And before I knew
it, I was off. I felt good. I saw Maggie at mile 3 and just waved and kept going.
Mile 5- I had to stop and pee before I peed my pants. It was a bummer to have to stop
so soon in the race but better early than never in this case.
I hit the halfway point and still felt good. Look at the smile. I saw the rest of the girls- Alex,
Casey, Lindsay, Ashly and Lauren- right before the halfway point. Linds jumped
in for a bit to talk to me and then I was off again!
I felt good until I hit mile 20. The rain was hard. The winds were strong.
It was no longer good.
At mile 22, Maggie joined me for a bit to keep my head in the game.
I was in a tricky place. I hated everyone. I hated everything. I needed
someone to get me back in. She did her best but I had to sort out the
mental games alone. I wasn’t smiling anymore. I just felt insane pain in my
legs. They felt like cement and I didn’t want to lift them anymore. Not to
mention I was tired of being blown around and having to run through
puddles 2 to 3 inches deep. It sucked to say the least.
I saw the sign for mile 25. I only had one left. I literally thought “What is
one F’ing mile?! It’s nothing” WRONG. Longest mile of my life. It seemed to
take forever. I finally hit the 26 mark and I just ran. I saw Maggie jumping up and
down and then I saw all my friends.
I did it. My first marathon completed in 4:13. Not my goal but
I did ok considering the weather but there is always the next one…
I walked inside to see my friends and just starting sobbing. I couldn’t believe
I did it. I DID IT. Yes I did. I am so thankful for all of the support and even
more thankful it’s over. Marathoning is hard. It’s like real hard. I was swearing
at every non-marathoner that ran by me in the race because I was so jealous
they were only doing a half or a relay. I’m sorry for that now because they were
fighting their own battle but at the time- pure hate.
Purple toe and all. Think that’s going to fall off?
Now I’m just recovering the best way I know how.
Question? What the biggest thing you’ve accomplished?!