When I ran my first marathon, I went with to it with the running Mama who was the little birdie in my ear telling me that I should register because after running the Runner’s World Hat Trick I was ready. I was probably an easy sell, but without her nudging I would not have registered. She had everything in place and needed a room mate, so it all worked out.
I was all set.
I admit that I was a little sad that my family was not coming to see me, but that was understandable and for another post. During my training, both my mother and “baby” sister who lives across the country (literally) were my biggest cheerleaders. They had both expressed how they wanted to be there, but I was really ok with it. My mother is not one to travel by herself especially to the city and my sister is on another coast.
The day of the race comes and off we go. When this race took place, both the half marathon and marathon were not only the same day but started together. I went into this with no expectations as I really jumped in last minute with only one ever 20 mile training run. As I was heading into the mid point of the marathon, I could hear the finish line for the half. The announcer was clearing stating how If you are running the marathon, please stay to the left. All half marathoners, please go to the right for the finish line. THE FINISH LINE. This was disheartening to hear. At this point, I was thinking that there would be no shame just to run the half and was planning to go right.
Then crap, I had to run a marathon. My mantra became, “your sister did not fly across country for you not to finish.
So I did.
Towards the end of the marathon, my sister ran onto the course to give me one single rose to carry across the finish line. I took it, looked at it, and gave it back to her telling her it was too heavy.
Yes, I really did. I think the rose was made of metal. Ha!
Once the race was over, there were many hugs and before my family and I parted ways my sister informed me that she only did this because it was my first marathon.
One year later…
This time, I am running Marine Corps Marathon. I am going to DC on my own. That is until my sister informs me that my mother and her are hitching a ride with me. She flies in and off we go for a road trip to DC.
Once again, she joins me towards the end of the race. This time she brings no rose. I am dealing with some stomach issues. She hears me drop the F bomb a few times, curse the stupidity of running a marathon even going on about how stupid it is for people to want to watch, and then listens as I tell her never again.
Once again, we both say never again. I won’t do another marathon and she can’t keep flying across the country.
My sister although a California girl but a huge part of her heart is in NY City. She watched the marathon a few times when she lived in the City. How could she not come in now. This time she can not stay for the end as she literally had to catch a plane, but does maneuver herself around the city to see me a few times.
She is not there this time to hear me curse the never again, but we both have the same thought. We can’t keep doing this.
I am not going alone this time. I am going with another Mama Runner. It’s all set and it’s all good. Then a text from my sister. Her husband happens to have something in Chicago that week. She is going to fly out and meet him and then stay for the marathon.
So it seems like no matter how often we both say never again, we keep meeting like this
It will be a wonderful thing.