It is done. I done it. Did it, I did.
Let me first just say that running a marathon is a FRICKEN BEAST OF ANOTHER KIND.
My first half was a 1:42 which was excellent because it was very difficult to remind myself to ‘hold back’ and ‘go slooooooower.’ But, after I hit that halfway mark, I felt strong and similar to a Viking who was on a voyage. I stuck close to the 3:25 pace group (7:49 min/mile) and thought- “Hey, I got this! I am doing it! My legs are moving so well! Omg, I’m starving.”
And then… somewhere in the midst of mile 18, I started to run out of energy from my 120 lb. body and felt like a malnourished ferret. Then seeing my mother and Pirate cheer me from the side of the road, caused me to fill with emotion and I started to cry.
I don’t know if you have ever cried while trying to catch your breath after running 18 miles at sub-8 minute miles but IT MAKES BREATHING VERY DIFFICULT.
And then, just before mile 20, I had to go to the potty.
And I mean GO-NUMBER-3-LIKE-AN-OVER-STUFFED-BURRITO-BAD.
I took my time, tacking on around 2 minutes. I was that far into the race, and happy I did not have an accident in my spandex, and just thought “Well, I’m not rushing this porta potty experience.” I emerged from the glorious plastic box of a bathroom and immediately experienced a somewhat sickly feeling because all my food that I did have in me, was out of me, and well… it is hard to run when your tank is on empty.
But, the run continued. My last 6 miles were mega slow but….
I QUALIFIED FOR BOSTON 2014! HIPPIE!
I mean Yippie. So did Mr. Speedy (duh!) with a ::drumroll::…… 2:52 time.
That is balls fast and was not even a PR for him.
I am literally dating a man with cheetah genes.
The best part right after the race was riding the People Mover.
It is an electronic mini-train that is above ground and goes throughout Detroit.
People Mover… whoever thought up the name was obviously extremely creative.
I love this picture. We were so happy to SIT:
And now, Mr. Speedy is sleeping like a baby:
And I drank 35 chai lattes and am hyper and don’t know what to do with myself:
A super special THANK YOU to all my Hanson Yellow Team members, friends, family, co-workers.… having your supports and seeing you throughout the race and on the side was a major boost and reminded me that I shall make it to the end and not curl into fetal position like a bum.
And thank you, Mr. Speedy.
If we had no cars and lived 26.2 miles apart…
I would run a marathon to you anytime and all the time.
I just would need a porta potty set up along the way.