And so it starts!
this is mile 3, after this the trail went through a natural forrest reserve for the remainder of the race- it was beautiful!!
*this is me mid-sentence on the last tenth of a mile of the race...see below for what was said :)
FINISHER!!
mouth full of banana.
the most supportive husband ever!!
Ahhh! I did it!
Let's start at one o'clock in the morning the day of the race. Husband and I woke up to the sound of horrifying thunder and lightening coming through our curtains...crap. The race would continue through rain, extreme heat and snow but at the first sign of thunder and lightening the race is canceled. The rest of my night included restless sleep and nightmares of two months of training going down the drain with the race being canceled.
Luckily, when we woke at 6 am there was no sign of thunder or lightening, just an extremely overcast, dark sky. As we got to the race it was evident that it would be a very wet race. And we were completely right. It rained and rained and rained the entire race (minus a few minutes during mile 3 and 9) But let's start at the beginning...
Let me tell you, after two months of training it was an extremely odd feeling standing at that starting line surrounded by extremely fit people ready to run 13.1 miles. It seemed like the day would never come but there I was and whether I was ready or not it was happening!
I'll refrain from sharing every thought I had as I ran
but I distinctly remember my thoughts at every single mile marker.
mile one: why the heck am i doing this?
mile two: why the heck am i doing this?
mile three: why the heck am i doing this?
mile four: okay, finally getting into my groove.
mile five: where the crap is the mile marker!? THIS IS THE LONGEST MILE EVER!
mile six: I feel amazing! (i missed mile marker 5 so when I saw mile marker 6 i was beyond happy to realize i had just missed 5 and that it wasn't the longest mile ever)
mile seven: i'm going to rock this race! (i was super ahead of my mapped out time)
mile eight: okay, the rain really needs to stop. (completely drenched at this point)
mile nine: out of gas...completely out of gas.
mile ten: okay, no joke i'm really done. (shoes starting to fill up with water)
mile 11: two more miles...can i do this!? (shoes sloshing with water)
mile 12: ahhh! okay i can do it!
mile 13: I DID IT!!!
13.1: i'm never doing this again. (hahaha lies)
As I came around the last corner and saw the finish line my sweet husband was standing not too far off taking pictures of the little old me crumpled over and shuffling down the road as I yelled to him " *I'M SO FREAKING TIRED!" The men around husband laughed and said "you're almost there!" I love how motivating race people are!
During the whole race people would cheer each other on, it was such a comforting thought thinking, "they probably hurt as bad as i do and they are still going!"
Oh, and hint- if the race description says "rolling hills" it means the whole races is hills. KILL ME! I trained on a tread mill...I don't do hills! But I rocked it despite and took my little baby steps up the hills to save my knees, just like daddy taught me!
A sore hip, sore ankle, two calluses, only one blister, and two old lady knees later I was done and proud of what I had accomplished. My finishing time was 2 hours, 35 minutes and 38 seconds. During the last two miles I realized I would not make my 2 hour 30 minute goal but was set on finishing before 2:40. And that I did! All in all I'm just happy I finished :) Today, two days later, is my most sore day but I am definitely not nearly as sore as I thought I'd be -- bonus!!
Thanks so much for all the support and well wishes! It was a great experience and despite the dedication it took I think another half is in my future :) I am so grateful for an extremely supportive husband who knew what I was capable of and helped me build my confidence and for a family that, despite the miles of separation, made sure I knew they were proud and there for me and gave me tips and tricks that saved me during the race!
because i am blessed.