Where do I start ? What do I say about my first marathon?
What an emotional, exhilarating, terrifying, inspiring and fantastic experience!!!
This is how it happened from my standpoint:
I woke up at 5:00 AM after not having slept well at all – only dozing off and on… such nerves and tenseness! Wow! I have never been this nervous in my life before…. get dressed, stuff a sandwich down my throat, put my hat on and leave my sunglasses off as it’s cloudy and raining outside and head out to the start line.
I find the 4:00 hr pace bunny – who happened by wonderful coincidence – to be a Flight
Centre co-worker of mine who was one of many people to inspire me to start running in the first place. Dave – you are the energizer pace bunny machine! Exacting, constant and right on time.
Tania finds me at the start line and pumps me up with last minute strategies and positive reinforcement and then we are off.
I settle in at the 5:30 – 5:50 pace (adjusted for water/ Gatorade stations and the kilometres fly by …..7, 10, 15, 19, and suddenly, I am half way through – WOW – I’ve just run a half marathon and I feel great ! This used to be the end in three previous races that I’ve done! Ok…onward I go, keep going strong ….24, 27 and 30 Kilometres come and go and I realize that my legs are starting to feel a bit weak and that my pace is slowing.
I am still behind Dave the 4:00 HR pace bunny by about 2 or 3 minutes ….no sweat I tell myself that I can make that up…that is just a good surge on the last 3 kilometres.
Now I am rounding up on to 33 and 34 kilometres and I realize that this is going to be harder than I thought. Surprisingly, it’s not my lungs or my heart (I naively thought that this would be the problem) but I am shocked to realize that what hurts so much is my legs – all of my legs!! My calves, my hamstrings, my glutes, my ankles – everything! Wow! I realize that I this is not going to go away and that I have another 8 kilometres or so to go and that the pain is getting worse.
Running a marathon is truly a “mind over matter” challenge! All of those stories, all of the people that I had talked to, they talked about “hitting the wall”, running through the pain, putting the pain aside in another part of your brain and willing your body to keep moving but, honestly, I thought that some of those people might be exaggerating or complaining too much ! I had never experienced anything like that in two years of constant running and training so I didn’t believe it necessarily (a bit arrogant, aren’t I?). hahahhah
Well, a marathon will humble you and me and everybody else!
So, I realize that this is the way that it is: I won’t quit (God forbid even the thought!),
I could walk the rest of the way but walking hurts just as much as running, I could walk and run interspersed together ….what should I do?
I grit my teeth together and concentrate on the crowd and the beautiful scenery along the route and run. Just run …try as hard as you can…go as hard as you can.
Now it’s 39 Kilometres and the end is in sight, only 3 more to go…come on I know that I can do it….I pass 41 K and I can smell the finish line….I make a beeline for it and will my legs to move as fast as they can….I push harder and harder….I pass many people who were ahead of me for many kilometres and I smile in satisfaction – I have more fuel in the engine than they do and I can go hard at the end…I finish strong with my head up high.
I’ve done it.
Time – 4:13.
I am a marathoner.
I am a woman that worked hard to get to the finish line who sacrificed a lot of her private life and work life to run for the last 4 months and I am damn proud.
If I can do it, you can do it – anybody can do it.
Then, I started to cry; the tide of emotion overcame me – all of the discipline, the training runs, the pressure to excel, to execute one more run, to eat the right foods in the right portion at the right time, the stress from co-workers and loved ones having to pick up my slack,…it all came crashing down on me at that moment.
But I would not change a second of it because I am a marathoner.
I run.