I decided to run the Horse Capital marathon, instead of the half. I knew I had to decide one way or the other, before the race, so I could be prepared mentally. Thank you all for your encouragement, and even your concerns. I so appreciated all of it.
Margie (who I ran the Indy Women's half with last September) had also signed up for the full marathon. She signed up a year ago, thinking she would train for it, but she never did.
She still wanted to do the full, if we could do it together. So, two people running a marathon, untrained. Although I would say I was more trained for it then her. September was her last half.
We met for dinner Friday night at Olive Garden. I'm not too big on pasta, so I got salmon instead. It was amazing. I carb loaded on ice cream earlier.
|These things save my life during marathons!|
It was really strange, but I wasn't very nervous at all. I was more nervous for Margie. She was surprisingly calm too though.
We lined up right behind the 5:30 pacer. I'm hoping we can stay with him, knowing it won't happen though. I suggested we stay with the 6:00 pacer, but in the end we just decided to do our own thing.
At 7:00 we were off!
I felt so good. I was excited about doing another marathon, I was feeling confident, and ready to have a good time.
The course is pretty hilly, and it rained off and on. The rain felt pretty good though. The weather was perfect. It was cloudy and around 60 at the beginning. It never got much hotter, and the sun never came out either.
It was a beautiful course. Horse farms everywhere. Absolutely beautiful.
As far as we could see, we were the only ones who didn't split off at the half. It felt like we were alone on the marathon course.
I was still feeling great. I was so excited at this point, knowing I was really doing the marathon!
Around this time, Margie started running behind me, instead of beside me. She would walk when I would walk, and run when I would run. I was constantly looking behind me making sure she was still alive!
We did see a few marathoners pass us, but as far as I knew, we were still ahead of the 6 hour pacer.
Until...I realized around mile 15, the sweep van and cop car were BEHIND US.
Yep, we were in last place. That is a very weird feeling.
At mile 17 I turned around to check on Margie and she was limping. I waited for her to catch up, and as soon as she did, she crumpled. She would've fallen if I hadn't caught her.
She had a leg cramp. At that point she decided to call it quits.
That was hard for both of us. We hugged and cried, and I said goodbye.
I had mixed emotions at that point. My first thought was HECK NO, YOURE NOT LEAVING ME IN LAST PLACE. I was a little mad. Not mad at her, just at the situation.
That frustration definitely fueled me to give it my all the next few miles. I was able to pass 2 men (Yea, that felt good).
After that, I was totally alone. No one in front or behind me. Just me and the horses.
My time was 6:28.
Even though it sure didn't go as I planned, something happened that I wasn't expecting to happen. I fell in love with the marathon again.
My worst marathon experience ever, and I realized I love this distance. I never ever thought I would say that!
I will definitely be looking for a fall marathon this year. A flat course though, no more hilly marathon courses!
|Margie was still able to get a half medal|
The day after my marathon, I couldn't even tell I had run the day before, let alone 26.2 miles. Of course I'm sure that's because of my pace, but that was still pretty great.
I feel like I'm leaving out so much of this experience, but I've still got some packing to do for Honduras, so I have to run!