Stretching Before The Race
As I stood in line with 45,000 other runners in downtown Chicago waiting for the race to begin, only one thought was going through my mind, “Sweet goodness! Why in the WORLD did I sign myself up for this again?” My stomach was a knot of butterflies and half digested bagel. Behind me was 18 weeks of serious training and in front of me was 26.2 miles. In my head was the knowledge that no matter how much training you do in those 18 weeks, running those 26.2 miles would hurt. A lot. No way around it, I knew that sometime in the next few hours I would be in crippling pain, and I had PAID for it!
The Team I Run With - Group Shot Before The Race
When I stepped over the starting line and hit the “start” button on my Nike+ Sportswatch though, my worried thoughts started to melt away and they were replaced with “Holy bats! I am finally running the freaking Chicago marathon!”. I had some stomach cramping problems in the first mile (stupid bagel) but soon that ran its course and I was just running in the streets of Chicago marveling at the amazing amount of people both on an off the course.
Outside of the Caribou Coffee at Mile 3, my husband Kiel as well as my Mom & Dad were waiting to catch their first glimpse of me. When you are running a marathon, the support of the people you know and love means more to you than anything. It can put a pep in your step you didn’t even know you had.
Mile 3 And Feeling GREAT
Soon I was heading North through Lincoln Park (one of the most beautiful parts of the entire run) and really feeling good. I was definitely experiencing a runners high. The day was beautiful though a little warm and the race seemed to be just flying by. Before I knew it, I was at mile 8! Only 5 more miles to go until I saw my cheering section again!
At mile 13, I was again greeted by smiles and cheers from Kiel and my parents. This time though, I really needed to see them, my natural pep was dwindling rapidly. I was now half way through the marathon and starting to feel the burn just a bit. The sun was really starting to heat up and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before the truly challenging part of the race was upon me.
Mile 13 Stretch It Out!
Luckily, just when I was really starting to settle into the painful part of the race at mile 17, my cheering section was there to wish me luck. This would be the last time I saw them until mile 25. I knew that if I could just make it to 24, the point where I could say “1 more mile until you see them and then only 1 more mile to the end!” then I could really do this.
Mile 17 - Here We Go!
I wasn’t wrong, mile 18 through 24 were the hardest. My legs were in constant pain and no amount of stretching was going to do me any good. I just pushed my body forward however I could. I tried to let my mind drift as much as possible on random thoughts, but the pain always brought me rocketing back to the present. The spectators helped though, with all of those people cheering you on, it is difficult to become too discouraged.
At mile 25, very near the “1 mile to go” sign, I saw what I had been waiting for, the faces of Kiel and my parents. I stopped for a second for what I knew would be my last stretching break while I listened to their encouraging words and steeled myself for what I knew would be the hardest mile of the race.
My only goal was to keep moving, and so I did. I saw people on both sides of me give up, stop running, double over. Ahead of me, I saw the curve in the road that meant I was just about there. I saw the “400 meters to go” sign and felt the tears start to well up. As I turned the last corner of the race and saw the finish line in the distance, my entire body seized up. Every muscle locked and screamed out in protest. It took twice the effort it had before to make my body move, but somehow I did it. I had made it this far, there was no way I was going to walk across the finish line.
As I took the as steps of my race and crossed the finish line, the tears spilled over. I had done it. I had finished what I set out to accomplish. At 5 hours 53 minutes, I had beat my previous marathon time by 36 minutes. I had run my second marathon of the year. I had smashed every goal I had made for myself and I was feeling on top of the world.
I tried to control the crying as I walked through the finish coral and got my water and banana and beer (free beer at the end!). Soon, I was reunited with my family, and on my way home. Getting down the stairs to the train was a fun experience (well not for me, but everyone else found it quite comical). The rest of the day was spend sitting on the sofa eating food. That was pretty much the only activity I was capable of.
Now that it’s over, I trying very hard to settle into a routine that doesn’t involve getting up before sunrise every day for a workout. Last night I even stayed up late and watched the football game! I’m sure I won’t be staying away from running for too long, but I will be taking a break from hardcore training for a few months. Training for my next marathon begins in January. Until then, I have some free time to concentrate on some of my other passions like finally writing my book for Nanowrimo and of course my love of vegan cooking!
Thank you to everyone who supported me along the way!