Monday, May 31, 2010
It was a perfect running day yesterday, cool, overcast, perfect. I met up with my friends got organized, felt good. Nerves were definitely kicking in a the start, but I was too excited to care! And we're off...feeling good. Now I have case of achilles tendonitis and my doctor did not want me to run yesterday, so I promised to take it easy and rested for the last 3 weeks! I could feel my achilles but not too bad, that was good, keeping my 11 minute or so pace. Then all my friends were gone! Around mile 9 my hip started acting up, but no big deal, stretch it out and continue on. Started run/walking around now so i could keep going.
Around mile 18 I got very sore and very angry. I realized then that there was no way I could finish in 5 hours and started to get very down on myself. That kept up for about 1 mile, then I decided to remember why I was out there. My grandmother, my kids, my husband, all the women I have known with breast cancer, all the people who told me I wouldn't amount to much. I was definitely going to finish, the crowds were awesome, I needed to get over myself. I'm out there doing something 1% of the population ever does! It didn't make me hurt less, but it kept me going in better spirits.
Around mile 22.5 my coach and friend was there waiting for me! She walked and ran with me until just before the finish when I kicked it and ran through the finish line where my mom and boys and friends were waiting! My time was no where near what I had wanted. I don't care, I finished strong and happy with tears in my eyes. I am a marathoner! And, I will be back there next year to improve on that time!
Thanks for reading my ramble and YEA ME!