I started off my weekend by going to dinner at the new boyfriend's house along with my BFF from college (and heterosexual life mate) and her boyfriend. We spent Saturday meandering about Portland and such, and I ate a delicious sandwich full of vegetables. That evening I spent eating carbs with some old pals, and then it was off to bed at an early hour to prepare.
Sunday morning I woke up, and I was cold. Seriously, it was damn cold. I got ready, complete with a bright pink shirt with sparkly skull and crossbones on the front (Shawna picked it out), energy gels down my bra, and fierce marathon face, and we set out.
Pretty much my emotions went something like this during the race:
Mile 1: Oh hell yes, I can run 25.2 more miles.
Mile 3: Britney Spears is lovely.
Mile 7: Am I done yet?
Mile 10: Hell yeah!
Mile 13: Only halfway... really?
Mile 16: Oh hell.
Mile 17: Haha, doughnuts.
Mile 20: Oh my word.
Mile 20.1253425: Shit.
Mile 22: Someone punch me in the face.
Mile 23: Really... punch me.
Mile 25: Almost there! Almost there!
Mile 26.2: HELL YEAH!
At mile 17 my cheering squad met up with me and the boyfriend ran along side me and gave me a bite of a maple bar with bacon on it. Ahhh, Portland.
Other noteworthy events: I saw the guy from my half marathon in April that I chased for 8 miles cause I wanted to beat him. He got faster in our time apart... bastard. Also, I saw someone dressed as Wonder Woman and we should be best friends. At the beginning I met two women who raised money for cancer research because one's 3-year-old son has leukemia. That really put things in perspective for me--yeah, I've had a whirlwind year, but that lady really has problems. I hope that her son is okay, and I'm so impressed that she trained for a marathon while dealing with all that.
Basically, I ran a marathon, and I'm so glad I'm done, and I nearly hurled at the end and my stomach was upset for awhile due to soooo. much. running. I don't think I ever hit a wall like people say you do--I think the whole damn thing is a wall. A wall I kicked down, bitches!
Some pictures:
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Congrats! Sounds like you had a great race!!!
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