Well, today was the big day. After training for four months, it was finally time to run my very first marathon. My training group and I walked to the starting line together and started running at 6:30 AM. It rained pretty hard at first, but after about 5 miles it slowed down and the weather was near perfect for running after that. Going in to this, I was of course worried about how my knee was going to hold up. It was hurting me slightly for much of the race, but at mile 20 it starting hurting me more. But there was NO way it was going to stop me. By mile 23 it had gotten worse and I needed to take more walking breaks, but I ran when I could and FINISHED!
I am tired and sore, but I feel a HUGE sense of accomplishment. And the crazy part is that even though I said I would never train for a full marathon again, I kind of want to do this again!!!
My coach stayed with me the whole time. She is awesome and really helped me through. At least the sight of Matt made me smile:
When I finally crossed the finish line I burst into tears. Tears of relief, tears of joy, tears of pride; all the work I did finally got rewarded.
Got my medal and a bagel ;-)
Called my mom in Holland to tell her the news:
I have to thank my husband for being an amazing supporter today. More about that tomorrow. He deserves a separate post for that one :-)
"For all of us, the miracle isn’t that we finished, the miracle is that we had the courage to start." John Bingham