Wow, I’m ashamed that it’s taken me so long to write this post. But I’ve put so much of my life on hold for the marathon that post-marathon, I had a huge pile I needed to dive into. And I’m still swimming (drowning) in it at the moment. And it might be because I don’t want to admit that it’s over already. :'(
November 1st, 2015 – Race Day
3:50am wake up call . I got a solid 5 hours of sleep which is better than what I would have thought. This may have been the only time in my life that I’ve ever really appreciated Daylight Savings.
At 4:30am, I met up with 3 other teammates to take a cab over to Union Square where we’d be meeting the rest of the team for photos and the bus ride over.
5:30am Team Photos
The bus left sharply at 6am and we arrived to the starting village at 7am. The camaraderie pre-marathon was amazing. My only complaint is the coffee line was too long so I didn’t wait in it. That’s right, I didn’t have coffee before my race. That’s a definite first. But I did take a nap, on the ground. I also ate, peed, and repeated for hours because my wave didn’t start until 10:40am. It was a little chilly but not too bad. And we had a lot of fun.
10:40am Wave 3 Finally Starts – that feeling of excitement when the cannons boom and this time it’s finally for you in completely indescribable.
Miles 1-14 Kristen and I ran them together. It was great having a teammate by my side. We were in the orange wave which is by far the best wave. Not only are you on top of the bridge (green is underneath) but you’re on the Manhattan side – Hello, great views.
The first 7-8 miles really flew by. I somehow missed my friend at Union St. but we did run into other teammates along the way.
Mile 16 – There is an amazing set up porta-potties right after the Queensboro bridge that have no lines. Tip to future NYC marathoners: if you think you may need to use them, don’t second guess yourself. I unfortunately made the mistake of skipping them because I felt I could go a little further and I didn’t want to lose stride because the energy lifts so much after you complete that bridge.
Mile 16.5-18 My stomach made noises that I have never heard it make before. I thought my worst fear of shitting myself was going to come true. Gels are not my friend. And yes, I know there are bathrooms every mile but I did not see one at mile 17.
Mile 18 – OMG! I have never been more excited to see a portapotty in my life!
Mile 18.5 – I came across the first official ATEA cheering section. It was great to see my family and get some hugs. Seriously, those hugs really helped.
Mile 21 – I’m sure everyone who ran this race remembers the woman with the sign that says “Last Damn Bridge” and I know I won’t forget the punching bag of Donald Trump. I was starting to feel a little tired but not too bad, when out of nowhere I hear my name being screamed. I spot my friend, Dorkys over to the side. I didn’t know she was going to come out to cheer me on. Best surprise ever!
Mile 23 – I got to see my friends and family a 2nd time! I’m still smiling and riding that high from having been surprised by Dorkys.
Mile 24 – Wow, I haven’t hit this wall thing that they are talking about. Maybe this doesn’t exist.
Mile 24.5 – SLAM! OMG, everything hurts. I want to cry but I’m too tired to cry. I hate everyone – my family, my friends, my coworkers. Why the $%@& would they encourage me to run a marathon?!
Mile 25 – Okay, I’m okay. I’m almost done. I got this.
Mile 26.2 – Tears of joy. I did it. I DID IT!
So it’s official, I’m a marathoner. And I couldn’t have had a better experience. My Athletes to End Alzheimer’s team are some of the best people in the world. I’m bummed I don’t see them three times a week anymore but we still meet up here and there. The course was hard but I enjoyed every part of it, even the shitty 5 minutes from mile 24.5-25. The signs and the crowds were amazing. I can’t find words to express the energy of the course. Would I do this again? Yes. Yes. YES! There has been no doubt in my mind. Except maybe at mile 24.5-25.
P.S. I hung out with my cousin last week and he told me his dad (my uncle) who has also run marathons was jealous/impressed that I wasn’t completely dead after running my marathon.
P.P.S. I’m $528 short of my fundraising goal. Please consider helping a girl out. You can donate here.