It has been sixteen days since I have completed my first
marathon, the Houston Chevron Marathon. When I first signed up for the marathon
I had this idea that I was going to train to qualify for the Boston Marathon;
however, shortly after starting graduate school I realized that I had
over-committed myself and needed to readjust my goal for the race. I decided
that instead of aiming to run under 3:30 I would aim to run the marathon in
4:00 or under. As the semester picked up speed and training grew more time
consuming I began to question if I could do both training and school
successfully. To top it off I added a week-long vacation in the middle of the
semester and to visit my best friend in Panama where training took a backseat
to some amazing once in a lifetime adventures!
Fast forward to race day…
As I reached downtown Houston with my dad at 5:45 AM my
nerves started growing uncontrollably. I had been reciting the mantra to just
finish and not hurt myself for days now, and I was praying it would come true. After
walking around the corrals and talking to my dad about whatever came to mind to
distract myself from the self-doubt that was beginning to seep into my mind, it
was time to get in Corral A and start warming up and stretching. Luckily my dad
stood on the other side of the fence and offered to hold my things for me and
kept me calm until it was time for the race to start.
Leading up to the gun going off there is music booming
through downtown as the sun is just starting to rise, the national anthem is
sung, and thousands of runners push themselves forward slowly to the start
line. All the anticipation from months of grueling training are bubbling up the
surface as we all wait for our turn to cross the line and to begin our 26.2
mile journey.
Once I had crossed the line and was actually able to run I
was soon joined by a middle aged man (I wish I remembered his bib number), but
him and I were running at the same pace so he decided to stick with me and my
GPS watch for the first few miles of the race. However, I lost him after a
quick trip to the port-a-potty. The miles were passing quickly and I was
running faster than I anticipated which made me extremely nervous because I
still had such a long way to go.
Mile 5: My dad met me and took my arm sleeves from me and
got scolded by a volunteer about being close to the runners and the course…
Mile 6: My mom missed me, so she called me. I can now say I
talked on the phone while running a marathon. I also was able to text people
back using Siri; technology has come so far!
Mile 10: My parents met me again (running a marathon really
is a team effort). They were full of encouragement and surprise at my pace, but
they also had some of my nutrition and a much needed hat! At this point in the
race I was feeling great! There was no pain, my nerves had finally subsided,
and I was barely even breaking a sweat.
Mile 13.1: I passed the halfway mark only two minutes slower
than I raced the half last year!!
Mile 16. I hit the wall and I hit it hard. At this point my
knee started killing me; it was the same pain that I had experienced last year
in the half marathon which was excruciating and made me take a step back from
running for a few months to allow it to heal. I panicked. I didn't want to hurt
myself; I had promised my parents I wouldn't do that this year, but I had also
come so far…16 miles so I didn't want to give up. I decided my best option was
to stop and stretch and walk it off…start jogging and walk until I could get to
my parents.
Mile 17: Hobbling to the left side of the course I met with
my parents who were all full of smiles, and I was a complete Negative Nelly at
this point because my knee was hurting so bad. I begged them for medicine which
they didn't have with them at the moment…that was a crushing moment. But I
continued to walk jog my way towards the next mile marker.
Mile 18: Miracles do happen!! My dad drove past me on the
course, stopped the car and stuck his hand out of the window with three or four
magical little blue pills. Pain medicine!! Eagerly I tried to take the medicine
with no water while running…this doesn't work due to dehydration. So I take
care to hold the moist medicine in my hand til the next water stop.
Mile 19: Water. There was my mom holding a water bottle so I
could take my medicine as soon as possible. I can do this…once the medicine kicks in!
At around this point I am getting a flood of encouraging
texts from friends and family. All of which Siri reads to me in a monotone
voice and she also reads out the emoticons (queue frowny face with furrowed
brow and fish with puckered lips). This amuses me until I realize I am no
longer experiencing the dreadful knee pain. Hooray!! The miles begin to pass
rather quickly at this point. I am getting so close to finishing!
Mile 23: I see a guy stretching on the side of the road and
when I glance back at him I realize that I know him. It was my old roommate
Joe!! So of course I had to stop and take a selfie with him.
Mile 24: I passed Raymond Cooper, one of my many bosses, on
the sidelines! He
was certainly my biggest fan during that stretch along Allen
Parkway (the land of hills…)
Mile 26.2: My watch beeps that I have run my first marathon….but
I haven’t crossed the finish line yet? Such a let down
Mile 26.2 (for real): As I approached the finish line I turned
off my music and listened to the music being played throughout downtown and the
broadcasts being announced as runner crossed the finish line. When I crossed I
was completely overwhelmed by the purest sense of happiness. I had just run a
marathon. I had done it on my own. I had trained for it on my own. This personal
victory was all mine at 4:08:53!
