Long overdue, but better late than never, my recap of my first marathon experience:
My first marathon experience began innocently enough. I’d been thinking about running a marathon for a bit, but after the Around the Bay race this year, I realized that it was going to take a lot more training to run that extra 12.2 km. I realized that there was no way I’d be ready to run one in May, which is when the next big one in my neck of the woods would be, so the wheels started turning. Last year my brother was injured during the Scotiabank marathon, and I thought what better way to “teach that marathon a lesson for hurting my brother”, than by running it successfully. So I signed up, and then I panicked. I kind of forgot to ask Hubby what he thought of the whole plan and suddenly realized that marathon training wouldn’t just involve me, but our whole family. Early morning training? Well Hubby is a light sleeper, so no matter what I did, I would always wake him. Sunday mornings with the kids? Well sorry, Mommy has to go out for a few hours for a run, I’ll be back around noon. Cleaning, laundry, school work, life? Ya, lets just say that Hubby pitched in more than his fair share over the summer leading into the marathon. There were a few “I can’t wait for this marathon thing to be over” moments from the both of us, but I have to admit, everyone was incredibly supportive. Was it a lot of work? Heck ya! Am I glad I did it? Heck ya again! We’ve had a lot of stress in the last several years, and running has been my salvation thru most of it. Not to mention, I just wanted to see if I could do it. I used to be a fairly active kid until back issues sidelined me for most of my teenage years. I’m no athlete, but to be able to set a goal like a marathon and reach it? It’s an absolutely incredible feeling! So much for the build up, hear’s the recap (finally)!
We arrived in T.O. the night before and had a great visit with my parents and brother and sister-in-law, and of course my cute as a button niece. My brother had recovered enough to be able to run the 1/2 marathon and was super excited too. We spent way too much time walking around, and had difficulty finding a place to eat, so all our schedules were thrown off. But we were together, and that was the main thing. My brother and his family live in Ottawa, so our visits are few and far between. I cherish any time that we are all able to get together for a visit. We tried to make it an early night, as we needed to prepare for the next day.
The next morning, we were all up early to meet down in the lobby of the hotel and head to the start line. After a couple of last-minute hugs and kisses, we left the family and headed up to the corrals. Even though my brother was recovering from an injury, he is still a much faster runner than I am, so we headed off to different corrals. There were about 22,000 people there so getting to the corrals was a task in a half to begin with! After waiting for just a couple of minutes we were off. I was so emotional at this point, I mean here I was, running a marathon! Who would have thought! Hubby had come prepared with his bike and planned to follow me thru the course to take pictures and offer his support. And I am so glad he did!
This was about 15 k into the run, I could hear someone calling me, but couldn’t for the life of me see where the voice was coming from! Sneaky guy that Hubby!
By this point, the crowds had thinned out significantly. I was still feeling good and enjoying the run. I was running a little fast for what I was trying to keep my pace at, so I tried to slow down a bit. I knew that I was going to need a lot more energy to finish the race. My race plan was to run for 5 km, and then walk thru the water stations. I figured if I gave myself that little rest, I’d be able to keep going past the 33 km mark, which was the furthest I’d run up until this point.
This is one of my favourite pictures of the day. I look so relaxed and confident, which isn’t really what I was feeling at this point. I was trying to keep all smiles when Hubby caught up with me, but I was getting tired. I hadn’t eaten properly the day before, and I could feel it catching up with me. Still, I wasn’t going to slow down yet.
About 2 km before this picture is when it started falling apart. I had kept on pace pretty well up until km 30. Then it started to hurt. My legs hurt, my hips hurt, my feet hurt. It’s also when the hill started. The hardest part was seeing the pace bunny that I had kept ahead of the whole time pass me. It was the 4:50 bunny and I knew there was no way I was going to finish in the time I wanted. I had been so close! I started to feel really upset with myself. If only I had trained more, if only I had eaten better in the days leading up to the race. If only if only if only. Then it occurred to me. I was still running, mind you with longer and longer walk breaks. I was still in the game. I was still planning on finishing. In fact the thought of not finishing had never crossed my mind. I just wasn’t going to do it in the time I had wanted to. But I was still going to do it.
That’s also when Hubby started biking up to the km markers a head of me and set up the camera. Darned if he was going to get pictures of me walking past those stupid markers! And so I ran.
And kept running. Yes, I still was walking a fair bit, but I knew the end was near. And then it started to rain and the wind picked up. All the heat I had built up over the last few hours was blown away by the strong headwinds. Hubby stayed with me the whole time, cheering me on. I could see he was concerned, but he knew better than to ask me if I was going to stop. After 17 years of marriage, he knows me pretty well. Once I set my mind to something, well let’s just say, watch out!
After the bridge (which was of course up hill) my spirits picked up again and the tears almost started to flow. I was going to finish this thing, I was going to be able to say “I ran a marathon and finished!”. Sure it wasn’t in the time I had set for myself, but I was still going to finish it standing up!
The final stretch was amazing! I knew it was almost over, I knew my family was waiting for me at the end, and I knew that I had what it took to finish a marathon. No matter what life was throwing at me,or would throw at me, I could do this.
As I crossed the finish line, I heard them announce my name, I saw my family cheering for me and I smiled from ear to ear. The girls were so excited that they crossed the barricades and ran up to me and gave me a big hug. I told them that they really weren’t suppose to be in the finishers chute, but they responded ” We’re kids, what are they going to say?!” I love those two :) The family hooked up with us fairly shortly afterwards, and there were sweaty hugs for everyone! Hubby had been thinking ahead and had already gotten me some food and a drink and we headed back to the hotel so I could clean up. After a quick visit, we all had to head our own ways, but I was so happy that we were all able to get together to bask in each others accomplishments. My brother set a new PR in the 1/2 and I my new PR was finishing the marathon in 5:09:31. Like I said, slower than I wanted, but faster than if I’d never signed up in the first place.
As a funny side note, when I told my middle one that I was a bit disappointed in my time, she said “That’s o.k., it just means it will be easy to beat it the next time!” I smiled, because she knows me so well



































