So let's get to the start of this story. New Year's Day 2014 registration opened for the Detroit Marathon. Just as the clock struck midnight I logged onto the registration site and filled in my information. (there may or may not have been some alcohol involved in this decision) As I awoke from my slumber and scanned through emails there was my confirmation. That really happened. I signed up to run a marathon. I posted it all over social media because ya know, accountability. I wanted everyone to know that I would be running a marathon so that they could be a part of my journey. I researched training plans and a myriad of other advice to get me prepped for the big day.
A few weeks ago as I was winding down my training plan and reality began to set in. It was overwhelming. I hadn't trained as much as I would have liked to, skipped the 20 mile run altogether, and wasn't in the mindset I needed to tackle such a gargantuan task. Holy shit, 26.2 is a lot of miles kid, get it together. I was psyching myself out. The only thing I could think to do was to reach out to my running family for support. Within minutes I had phone calls, text message and all the reassurance I needed that I was ready. My friend Juan gave me the ultimate pep talk a few days before the race. He had me laughing, crying and rejoicing all within a few minute conversation. His final words, "you have the heart of a lion, you got this". Yeah, I do, I got this!
|At the expo, this just became real life|
|I'm really doing this|
|the sun rising over the bridge as we leave Detroit|
|halfway between USA & Canada|
|Just left Canada, 8 miles down|
|all smiles just after the tunnel (sorry for that dude on my right, hope he's ok!)|
|Because churros count as carbs right?|
|Oh hey beer, you're carbs too!! Yay :D|
|The beauty of Belle Isle|
|much needed break with my support system and snacks|
After turning away from the River Front I was a woman possessed. I needed to find that finish line! I ignored the screams from the blisters, pain is weakness leaving the body. Just keep pushing. You're almost there. You can do this. When we finally hit that final stretch to the finish line I dug somewhere into the deep recesses of my soul and with the last bit of energy I took off in an all out sprint to the finish line. Note: this may not have actually been a sprint, but it sure felt like one. As I crossed that finish line and they put that medal around my neck I was overcome with so many emotions I can't even fully put it into words. I had just accomplished something I never even dreamed was possible. Just under 2 years as a runner I had gone from running a 5k in almost an hour to finish a full marathon in just over 7 hours. Still hard to believe.
|Post race, hot mess|
|Midwest Vikings, together we conquer!|
In the wake of my post marathon bliss I've begun thinking about my future goals. I don't have any ultramarathons in my horizon, but I would like to do the Chicago Triathlon Triple Challenge, USAT National Championship Athena Division, and eventually a half Ironman. Yeah, those seem like a good place to start :)
Limits? I have none.
|still basking in my post race bliss!|