I promise, I'm still here!
People, March has been a BUSY month for me, so blogging just hasn't been in the cards for me. Between being ridiculously busy at work and having lots of exciting things going on in my personal life, I just haven't been able to find the time to blog. To give you a good idea, my last four weekends are as follows:
Weekend of March 2nd and 3rd: Anniversary celebrations!
Weekend of March 9th and 10th: Cuse game + cousin in town + lots of friends in town
Weekend of March 16th and 17th: MARATHON {and then doing a whole lot of nothing}
Weekend of March 23rd and 24th: Working a wedding + birthday + March Madness
Yes, FINALLY, the blessed event happened last weekend, the marathon I had poured my blood, sweat {lots of it} and tears {yup, some of those too} into for the past four months. Even though I had run two half-marathons before, I was terrified on race day. When I did my 22-miler two weeks prior to the race, I had felt myself starting to hit the "wall" that all marathoners talk about, which typically happens somewhere between miles 20 and 21. I hoped that I would have just enough adrenaline to help me power through. It didn't hurt that I had THE most incredible support team. From the minute I had told him that I was running this race, Dan had been my biggest cheerleader, telling me how great I would do even when I was sulking after some miserable long runs. I knew that Dan, my parents, and a few friends would be cheering me on along the course, and I can't fully convey how big of an emotional boost that was. In short succession, from miles 13.5-16, I saw: my friends Alix and Lauren, my parents, my coworker, Beth and her husband, and Dan. I had the biggest smile on my face as I ran by all of my people. In general, though, race culture is so wonderful, because there are always residents lining the roads and cheering runners on. This race was certainly no exception!
Here's a look at the
course. For the most part, it was, mercifully, flat, but there was one hill in particular, the hill just before mile 6 as we exited Rock Creek Parkway and took an off-ramp up to Calvert St. BOY, was that a steep hill. Luckily, it was also brief, but I was dizzy and gasping for air at the end of it.
But I digress. This marathon was certainly not fun the entire time {I hit my wall at 21, but luckily, after taking the advice of a coworker and ingesting some M&Ms along with my Shot Blox, I got a HUGE burst of energy, which I can probably also attribute to the adrenaline rush of almost being finished}, but I learned, as I did throughout this entire process, how mentally tough I can be if I have to be. Sure, I may cry at the drop of the hat and may occasionally be overly sensitive, but damn it, I pushed through all of my self-doubt and finished a marathon, and in pretty good time, no less!! My goal had been to finish in less than 4 hours, which obviously is not going to qualify me for Boston, but seemed like a reasonable goal given my pace and the fact that it was my first marathon. While my goal was definitely just to finish, I think I would have been a little bit bummed if I had finished in over 4. Well, my time was 3:53, so I was one happy girl!!!!!!!!
The greatest feeling {other than crossing the finish line and getting to stop running} was rounding the final bend and spotting my parents and Dan, all of whom were screaming words of encouragement to me. At this point, the adrenaline was flowing and I was trucking it around that final turn, all smiles. You would never know that I was in the final tenth of a mile of a marathon, right? HA! When I had crossed the finish line and it was FINALLY over, I just stopped for a moment and put my hands over my face. In that moment, I experienced the greatest sense of accomplishment that I ever have in my life. I had set a goal for myself {and a difficult one that that, given the miniscule percentage of the world that has run a marathon} and accomplished it. All of the training, all of the injuries, all of the early Saturday morning wake-ups to run, it was all worth it. After hobbling over to them, I was finally reunited with Dan and my parents. Seeing the pride with which they all looked at me only reinforced that sense of accomplishment that I was feeling. I am also thrilled that running a marathon is now yet another bond that my dad and I share.
And the madness is not ending, friends. Here's a brief rundown of the next few weekends of my life:
Weekend of March 30th and 31st: Easter weekend
Weekend of April 6th and 7th: Work event all day Friday and Saturday
Weekend of April 13th and 14th: Cousin in town + going on a birthday trip {more about this soon!}
Weekend of April 20th and 21st: Possible weekend trip to Pittsburgh, followed by a quick overnight visit from an out-of-town friend on Sunday night
I will post more next time about fun goings-on in April, May and June!
With my friends Jame and Lindsay, who also ran the marathon, prior to the race
My biggest supporter :)
Seeing my parents and Dan both along the course and at the finish line brought the biggest smile to my face. I'm so lucky to have so many wonderful supporters!