I fancy myself a "runner." I'm slow as molasses, but I love being out on the road. I ran my first "race" in 2008. It was a 5K in Lexington with my good friend Sarah Shouse. I was so proud of finishing the 3.1 miles, but I knew that I wanted more.
In 2009, I ran my first half marathon in Louisville. Since that half, I knew I wanted to run a full marathon and made it a goal of mine to complete one before I turn 30. In January 2012, I made a New Year's Resolution to run a marathon. I had my sights set on the First Annual BG26.2 in November. I ran a half marathon in March and just knew I would be able to achieve my goal. That is, until I found out I was pregnant in April. I continued to run up until I was around 25 weeks pregnant, but then it got more difficult. I accepted the truth that I would not be able to keep my resolution. I would not be running a marathon in 2012.
Gabe, you were born on December 5 and on January 1, 2013 I hit the roads once more. This would be my year to run a marathon. When you were 15 1/2 weeks old, I ran the Total Fitness Half Marathon in Bowling Green. I didn't achieve a PR, but I finished with a respectable time. That was March and by June, it was time to start officially training for the marathon.
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Running the Total Fitness MiniMarathon with Therisa |
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Post race pic with baby Gabe |
In October, I ran the Medical Center 10K Classic. It was a cold day and one minute before the the gun went off, the rain started. And it stayed. It rained the entire race and gradually became heavier and heavier. I was soaked by the time I crossed the finish line with a new PR of 49:59. Daddy and you boys were waiting for me at the finish line, cheering me on!
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Crossing the finish at the Medical Center 10K Classic |
Two weeks later, it was time for the BG26.2. November 3, 2013 was a very cold morning (one of the coldest of the fall season thus far - just my luck). But the sky was clear and it was supposed to get up in the low 40's. I didn't sleep well the night prior due to nerves and the anticipation of the race. I was so nervous because I had never run the distance I was about to run. I was worried I wouldn't be able to finish. I was worried that I would fail. I had put so much time and energy into training for this race, and it was finally here.
I got up to the starting line with enough time to make some final preparations. I bounced around trying to shake the nerves and was even on the verge of tears a few times. By the time the gun sounded, I was a basket case and just ready to get started. Out of the chutes we went and up the hill we ran. About a mile in, I started to calm down and fall into my race pace. As I ran through campus, an older gentleman in a cowboy hat fell into step beside me. He asked me what my goal for the day was and once I told him I was trying for a sub 4 hour marathon, he told me he was going to stick with me.
Robert has been a marathoner for 10 years and the BG26.2 was his 280th marathon! He's ran a race in all 50 states and is currently making his way through them for the third time. The week prior, he ran a marathon in Indonesia where the weather was 75 degrees with 95% humidity. A drastic difference to the rain conditions at our race. He was a very nice man and he shared a lot of advice and tips along the way. We stuck together until the 12 mile mark, when he fell back. He encouraged me to go on and wished me well.
I continued on at a little under my target pace and was optimistic about the way things were going. I felt a bit of discouragement as I watched the half marathoners end their race while I started the second loop. Running through campus the second time (up and down the hill twice more), was challenging and I think it's what did me in. By the time I reached the 21 mile mark, I was struggling. My pace was slowing and every step became harder and harder. I kept to my mantra, "one foot in front of the other," but it started to fail me. I started praying the rosary, but I kept losing my place. By mile 25, I was ready to call it a day, throw in the towel, but got some encouragement from another runner. "One more mile! You can do this!" he said. I reached deep into my core and mustered up the strength to get to the finish line. I crossed at 4:04:01. Not my goal, but damn proud that I finished. You boys, Daddy and Dows were there cheering me through the finish. I nearly collapsed, but stayed on my feet long enough for victory hugs and kisses. I had done it! I had finished a marathon! I was so giddy with excitement, but at the same time exhausted and sore. One of my proudest achievements and I got to share it with you! Thank you boys (and Daddy) for all the encouragement in my running endeavors! I look forward to the races to come and to the day when we can all cross the finish line together!
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Crossing the finish line!!! |
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My running buddy - Robert aka "Cowboy" |
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Post run pic |
One of my gifts from the goody bag - coffee always tastes a little sweeter out of this cup |
Finished 3rd in my age group and got this nifty mug |
Mommy