On Sunday April 10th at 12:02 PM I crossed the finish line of my first marathon. The clock time read 5:02:32 but my watch said 4:59:45. Just shy of 5 hours.
Saturday night, the in-laws arrived around 4pm and we went to pick up the packet, drive the race course and get some dinner. We had Ciceros for dinner. Spaghetti and 1 beer to calm the nerves. I was home and in bed by 10:30, set the alarm for 4:45. I woke for the first time at 3:30. I went back to bed and slept off and on for the next hour and half. At 5 I was up and was surprisingly awake and OK with being up at that hour. I forced myself to eat a bowl of Wheaties and 2 pieces of toast, a glass of juice and 2 glasses of water. I had just enough time to eat, dress, stretch and get down town by 6:30. We had a minor crisis with safety pins, being that there were none provided in the race packet and I could not find any in the house. Crisis averted when I remember the "wedding emergency kit" in the closet that had safety pins in it.
I got to the starting line and the nerves were in full force, I had to pee like no other. So did everyone else apparently. I waited in line for what seemed like forever, and then made my way to the starting line. I met up with the 4:45 New Balance pace group and acquainted myself with the pacer, Jonathon and a few other girls in the group. My plan was to stick with them as long as possible. In my group was Curtis who had now completed 3 marathons. I came to find out Curtis was a better pacer than Jonathon. There were about 40 people in the pace group and most of them were completing the half only. I tried to find someone running the whole thing to stick with but had no luck.
The first 5 miles FLEW by. According to both Jonathon and Curtis, we were consistently 2 minutes off of our pace (too fast I think). I'm saying it's the adrenaline. There were a total of 8300 runners, about 7000 of them running the half. All 8300 of us ran the first 10 miles of the course together. This made water stops difficult. There was water/Gatorade at every other mile for the first 18 miles, and then every mile after that. The water stops at 2, 4 and 6 were SOOO crowded. I was grateful to have brought my water belt so I didn't have to stop. I lost the rest of the pace group over water stops 6 and 8, and never saw any of them again.
At mile 5, the Loo's were waiting to cheer me on. It was a great feeling to see a familiar face. At mile 7 I saw Evan, Jeane and Chuck and Chuck jumped in for his first 3 miles with me. Evan and Jeane had a sign with my name on it, it was so much fun to see. I wish I could have stopped but I had to keep going. I ditched my empty water bottle and traded it for a mini bottle of water that Chuck kindly carried for me. This meant I didn't have to stop at the next 2 water stops either. I also saw Suzanne, and the Loo's again at mile 7. Such a great feeling. Chuck ran the next 3 miles with me, and at mile 10, the half marathoners also dropped of. I then entered the park and was running alone for 3 miles. For about a mile of that I hooked up with 2 girls from Florida who traveled here to run this race. They ran with me and kept me occupied for mile 12 till I saw the Keiblers again! Chuck ran about another half mile with me and then there was mile 14 already. I was more than half done. How did this happen? I am supposed to be miserable and in pain. The weather was georgous, the course was scenic and entertaining and the crowd and volunteers were so supportive. I got pretty emotional from mile 10 to 14. When the volunteers would cheer I would choke out a "thank you" and think, how cool of them to come out here and cheer on people they've never met. It's was a really cool feeling. The first 13 miles were consistent at 11 minutes. I was pleased.
At mile 14 my boss, Rich, joined me for 6 miles. He's a much better runner than I was and I was afraid I would burn out trying to keep up with him. He pushed me for about 2 miles, somewhere under 11 minutes, which is where I was comfortable, so I got him to slow down a bit at 16. We saw the Keiblers again at 16. Chuck ran a few blocks and I got to re load on gummy bears for energy. Mile 16 on was what I dreaded the most. I ran that route at least once a week and was way too familiar with all of the hills and the crack, bumps, you name it. Somehow, it didn't bother me. I felt strong and continued on.
At mile 17 Holly was there with a towel and Gatorade and more candy for energy. She was such an encouragement jumping in to keep up with me, cheering me on and being enthuastic. Rich and I continued to mile 18 where they started bananas, and fruit and Gu. I did not opt for the Gu, having not tried it before, I wasn't sure how I would take it. Rich still kept with my slow pace, I was grateful having him there. Then it was down the loop. When running on Delmar, they had closed down only 1 lane of traffic. It was weird running with cars so close to you. Traffic was not moving very quickly so sometimes I felt like I was making it further than they were!
At mile 19 I stopped to go to the bathroom. I thought I had to go but actually did not. I still needed the break and took a minute to stretch while I was waiting for the Port-a-John to clear. 1 more block till I picked up Chuck again. I saw the family again at mile 19. Again a sight for sore eyes. It was starting to get hot I could tell because Evan had taken off his fleece. I was starting to feel like I was getting tired, but I kept going.
At mile 20 Rich left to head back to his car and Chuck and I continued. It was starting to hit me. I had just run 20 miles and had another 6 to go. I don't remember feeling as excited about the experience any more. My stomach was aching and I was beginning to wonder how I would make the next 6 miles. I tried to stop for water but had no room, so I passed on the water. I waddled through the next 2 miles somehow missing mile 21. Missing a mile is the BEST feeling. You're looking for mile 21 and then you see mile 22! The mile 22 water stop was followed by a hill that looked like a mountain at that point. Before the top of the mountain I started to really feel sick. Then I got sick, twice. Who knew, I was 100% better after than and I could actually pick my feet up off of the ground again. That continued for almost another mile. Holly replace Chuck sometime after that, and I saw Evan and Jeane for the last time till the end of the race. They both looked hot now so I knew the temperature was heating up. Holly came equipped with a towel and Gatorade, which was perfect considering I had just lost all of the Gatorade I just drank about a half mile back on the side of the road. From that point on I stopped at every water stop to drink something. I got sick one more time but I honestly cannot remember where. I'm trying to picture it in my head but I just can't. I remember seeing mile 24 and getting really emotional again. Who knew I would make it that far and still be moving my legs......The last 2 miles were anything but fun but I made it through. Holly was a huge support and said all the right things. She just talked and kept me going which was what I needed.
I rounded the corner to the finish line and saw the clock: 5 hours on the nose. I knew I was about 2 or 3 minutes off of the gun time so I had about 3 minutes to get over the finish line. I picked it up as fast as my tired legs could take me and crossed the finish line. The first person I saw that I knew was Heather, from work, and her daughter Taylor. I hugged the life out of them and heard Holly shouting my name on the other side. Heather and Taylor crossed over and I met my friends and family outside of the shoot. The officials gave me a warm bottle of water and removed my chip from my shoe. I grabbed a banana, a bagle, some string cheese and a cold juice box....everything they had to offer and went to sit down and enjoy the feeling of being done.
I am sooooo grateful for Chuck and Holly mostly for pushing me and allowing me to bit of a baby at times (specifically mile 20-22, and mile 26). Also for the Loo's, Suzanne, Heather and Taylor, and my wonderful husband and mother-in-law for being there with smiling faces, open arms, and all of the essentials cheering me on through the miles.
It was such a wonderful experience, a wonderful day! All of the good and the bad. I can't say I'm anxious to go out and register for another marathon any time soon, but I don't regret this one bit.