Done is Done!
Some people might be upset with an almost 6 hour marathon.
I wholeheartedly admit there might be a time that I might have been one of those people. I am not today. I will be 100% honest with you…..
I am happy
I worked my ass off.
I didn’t stop.
I never thought I wouldn’t get to the finish line. I also knew that I had such a wonderful support team.
I went into this marathon with no real plan other than to finish. No paces. I knew that I would be doing walk/run. I had thought I might start with a pace group, but did not. I just ran. Maybe this isn’t the smartest way to do it (ok it’s not), but this is what I was going with.
Once again I went out too fast. I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY tried not to. My first few miles went like this…
8:54, 10:02, 8:24, 8:36
I knew this was not a good way to start. I knew that this was way fast. Even at my best, this is not the way to start a marathon. I wasn’t following the plan. I wasn’t walking. I had not even turned on my timer at this point. I heard my friend’s voice in my head telling “SLOW DOWN! STICK TO THE PLAN.”
I even texted her that I heard her in my head and that I was trying to be better. Her texts of support continued during the day and I knew I wasn’t in alone.
At this point, I turned on my timer and made a conscious effort to slow down and stick to the plan. During a race even if you are not planning to race it is so hard to do. You are so caught up in the excitement of the day. I was in it for the long haul, so I did what I could. I will say that I did not pay attention to my pace. I was watching my heart rate as I did on training.
I saw my sister and brother-in-law twice on the course. The first time around mile 5 which was wonderful, but the second time was key. They were waiting for me at mile 21 I knew that I had to make it there before they needed to leave for the airport. I had been slowing down at this point, but I was determined to make it to them. At this point they were my destination, not the finish line.
I made it to 21.
Then it turned to counting down the miles.
It was hot but I’ve run in hotter weather. It was humid but I’ve run in more humid weather. That being said, I don’t do heat well. I ran through every hose offered. Took ever sponge filled with water handed out. Put the ice in my bra when offered. And on occasion dumped water on my head at water stations. The heat was sapping my strength, but not my will to finish.
I kept pushing forward. I ran when I could. Finally, I reached a point where I could no longer run. My legs were dead. My foot was hurting. Even with this I did not stop. Moving forward. Slow but steady.
I admit that by mile 25, I did start to get emotional. There were tears. Partly because of the discomfort and partly because as much as I wanted to run, I just couldn’t bring myself to run. By this point, my emotions were just raw. The ups and the downs of the marathon are real.
The tears dried.
The moment passed. My head was clear and I was focused. Never stopping. Never quitting. Moving forward.
I proudly walked across the finish line.
This marathon was always about proving that I could do it and
This was the slowest marathon that I have ever run, but one that I know that I worked the hardest for. Someone asked me if I was happy with my time. Hell Yeah I am. Any day that you can finish a marathon is a good day. I am proud that I was able to push through and get the job done.
Done is Done!