I ran a marathon. The Marine Corps Marathon to be exact.
I really don't know what to say about it. Obviously, right? It's taken me 4 weeks to write about it! It still feels a bit surreal to me. I mean, I know I did it, right? I have the pictures and the magnet to prove it. But really? Did I really do that?
Jyl and I set out on a 6 hour car ride to our nation's capital early on Friday morning, right after we completed our first fuel stop at Summit Coffee....a girl needs her coffee and bagel. With our eyes to the sky and ear to the radio for any Hurricane Sandy updates, we made it to DC by mid afternoon.
|Jyl is really happy she got|
a BRIGHT orange shirt :)
|This certifies that you, |
are hereby able to
Potty Like a Rock Star
From the expo, we took the shuttle bus to the First Timer's Pep Rally, which was good in concept, but I don't think feeding a bunch of first-time marathoners nachos with spicy chicken and beef were the way to go. So, we ducked out to find our way back to the hotel and grab some real food there.
|Trying to figure out the camera phone|
outside the hotel...
That's the White House!
|Lori, can you carry me |
to the finish line??
Saving energy for the big day to follow, Jyl thought it best we take in some R&R before we met our friends Lori and Ashley, and Lori's parents for our pasta dinner. Lori would be running in her first marathon as well, so we were both a bundle of nerves. See? I'm holding on for dear life....
|"....and let there be cute|
puppies for all!"
There were happy times and times I wanted to quit. Times I felt like I could go forever and times I thought I would break. But, after all the motivational sayings I had written on my body, one stupid sign someone had was like a slideshow in my brain....
So I did.
And then I cried. I cried for people who ran next to me. I cried for the service men and women who told me "thank you" as they shook my hand and for all those that weren't there. I cried for my dad whom I hoped was watching me from on high and was proud. And I then I cried for myself. And then I got my picture made!
Then we celebrated!! I try to keep this blog pretty PG-13, but I'm going to be honest with you. I had not had a beer in a month by this point. I was ready to taste some of that hoppy goodness with a delicious no-so-healthy pasta dish with some kind of cream sauce! So we did!
|Lori, how in the hell can you look this good after running|
26.2 miles? Gah.
|NOT tipsy. Just very happy with my partner in crime!|
Since we were heading back south early in the morning hoping to beat most of what Sandy was preparing to throw at the northeast, we called it an early night. We walked (Jyl walked, I hobbled) back to the hotel, absolutely exhausted! I was still reveling a little, so I brought a glass of wine back to the room and had the best recovery night cap ever.
|Ice, wine and a Twilight marathon|
for the marathoner?
Yes, this lasted for like only 20 minutes before I passed out.
Looking back, I started this without really knowing what I was getting into. I don't know what I was thinking, trying to do this all on my own. If it wasn't for Jyl, Lori and Ashley, I would NOT have made it through that day.
And I've made some pretty fantastic friends throughout this journey.
So many things to say, to so many people, so I will just say this:
I am so very lucky.