That's me, just 2 days after my 40th birthday, and just steps away from crossing the finish line of the 2013 Honolulu Marathon. My feet hurt, my calves are cramping up, and everything I am wearing is saturated with a combination of sweat and water from the sponge and misting stations. Did I mention that my feet hurt? Just steps away from finishing my first marathon, and I am elated, I am proud, emotions that I'm unfamiliar with are brewing. I've got my eyes on the clearest path to the finish line and I'm going to get there as fast as my body will allow me. All the hours, weeks, and months of training have paid off, my body knows what to do.
So how did I get here?
Stay tuned for more of my story.
September 14, 2014
13.1 miles. For some, it's no big deal. For others, running that distance is not even on their radar. For most, they just don't care. But I'm going to write about it anyway. Two years ago, Seanna and I started a recreational running group called Sea Plus Running Club. Our first time out, we ran for 30 seconds. Then we walked, then we ran 30 seconds again and carried on that way for 20 minutes. It was a little difficult for us, but we kept at it. The first time we made it a half-mile without walking (to the Green Shed on the Spit Trail) we felt like we had conquered the world. Over the last couple of years, more women have joined and we've done a few 5Ks, a couple 10Ks, and Seanna went on to do a few half-marathons and a full marathon. I fell back this winter, returning to my old, lazy ways. But this spring I said I was going to do this half-marathon. I set a goal, I had a training plan and I made it happen. Crossing the finish line yesterday after completing my first 13-mile event was exhilarating. I couldn't believe I actually did it. When you put your mind to something and when you have good support around you, you can do anything. Really. There were weeks this summer when I would show up for a training run and tell Seanna that I couldn't do it. I was done. But she never let me quit. And here I am. I was slow, but I finished, which is the motto of our little group: Just finish. Curtis was there cheering us on for the entirety. He put up with my nervous pacing and chatter the night before and the morning of, and never faltered. He knew I could do it, too. Anyway, my point is, if you want something, go get it. This isn't about running, it's about life. We make choices every day. Even when you think there's no other option, there is. There is always a choice.
The Kenai River Marathon is a well-organized, friendly event and I will definitely go back. Thanks for all the encouragement. No real funny stories… the things that I thought were hilarious when I was overdosing on Gatorade and caffeine-infused energy gels, well, they don't seem that hilarious anymore. But we laughed the whole race. Even when my new running shirt chaffed my arms raw, we found humor in that, too. To the person who left a couch on their lawn around Mile 10.5, well, that's just cruel.