The marathon

I did it. I am a marathoner. I got to check that one off my bucket list and I am darn proud of it. I also can't wait for the next one. Yes, someone needs to smack me and hard, I know. Better yet, the next one is a back to back half and then a whole. I am getting more badass as I go. Yes, I get to say that. All those training miles earned me that right as it does anyone who has run a marathon.

Whoever created the above got it right. I haven't smiled like that since I got married and had my daughter. The feeling of accomplishment is AMAZING and makes you want to accomplish more.

The Shamrock is always a good time, though I have always done the 8k. I heard from my BRF the beer stops on the half, though not race sanctioned, did have incredible race support and pink elephants. We are completely spoiled in Virginia Beach. The mass public always supports those of us crazy enough to get up a 4:30am to go running in the cold, the windy and the hot and humid. Maybe I just have it backwards and we are just great entertainment that they wait all year for, like the super bowl.

As is race typical, we were up early. Most of the girls I run with were running the half. (most time for the after party that way) I caught a ride to the beach with one and hung out at Starbucks while they started since the half started and hour and a half prior to the full. It gave me a chance to settlement my stomach and gets some fuel in me. Normally, that's hard for me in the morning. By the time I was ready to head for the start the sun was up, but the temperature wasn't. Virginia Beach weather blessed us with 70 degrees Saturday but only 44 for my Sunday race start with rain predicted by about 1. Bleh! I was in the last corral and we counted down and off we went. It was weird to here the half coming in being announced while we counted down to start, but off we went.

We went over the bridge (hill-yeah! I am a closet hill lover.) down to the base and back up to the next base and back down the boardwalk. I stopped for pictures on the bridge and the second base which has a historic lighthouse. A girl has to have pictures-right?


I felt great to the half. Better yet I had screaming fans to cheer me on. My best running buds and my BRF were hollering my name loud enough for all
of Virginia to hear. It was AWESOME!

I stayed steady until about mile 18. Another running friend had told me about 18-20 would suck and then it would be ok again. When I hit 18, I knew exactly what she had been talking about. I swear, I didn't know Shore Drive was that long and boring. It was horrible. If I was someone who would give up, it would have been there. Instead, her voice hollered at me to suck it up. Get past 20 and it will be ok. So I did. At mile 20 one of the military guys gave me a banana and some pretzels and 2 minutes later every thing was a-ok. Thank you banana guy. Thank you.

At about mile 24 the banana wore off and my Garmin died, right in the middle of a walk interval. The guy behind me must have thought I had given up.

"Run with me to the 24 marker." he said. "We are almost there." and so we did. But when I was ready to keep going, he wasn't. I tried, but he wasn't willing so I just kept going. 25...I could see the Hilton. 26 and I was almost there. I think I could hear my cheering section before I saw them. 26 and I picked up speed. I'll be darn but I was going to pass that girl that kept playing leap from with me- and I did.  And then the finish. My BRF, my running friends, by husband and amazing daughter, all saw me through the finish of my very first marathon and I couldn't be happier that they were there to share the moment with me. It wouldn't have been the same with out them.

 Mile 9 for my daughter's 9th birthday which was the day I ran the race. Happy Birthday Honey!

The Finish is in sight!