|Ready for the start line|
Well, I am a marathoner. Never would I have ever believed I could be saying something like that.
Running a full marathon is one of those rare life experiences that was every bit as hard and challenging as I imagined it to be, but then again...not. I am one of the lucky ones whose first marathon was more fun than pain or frustration.
|let's get this party started!|
The Quad Cities Marathon is now in its 16th year, and there also was a half marathon, 5K (run and walk), 1-mile walk and a 5-person relay team option for the marathon. And what a phenomenal job the committee and volunteers did in pulling off this grand event.
|Fuel belt ready...here's the finish line I'll be crossing|
Despite all the craziness that accompanies tapering, I felt considerably calm in light of what would be happening to me on race day. That calmness was a little unnerving, though. Was I being too calm about everything? Was I being over confidant? Was I being too naive as to what would really happen on race day? Thankfully, an advantage to doing your first race of a different (longer!) distance is you have nothing to compare it to. For myself, I find comfort in that. I didn't have any previous marathons-gone-bad to reflect on, or any outstanding finish times to beat. I had a "goal time" of 4:15, but really had no idea what would happen beyond the 20-mile mark
All races for this event started together at 7:30. I'm not sure I agree with that format...it was really crowded as we made our way towards the first bridge. We did, however pass by a local school band playing "Sweet Caroline." Several runners tried singing along, and I sincerely hope they do not quit their day jobs (just saying). Once on the bridge, it was very crowded. We were condensed into one lane of traffic. It did prevent me from starting out too quickly, but it also had me running much slower than I felt comfortable with. The first mile took me about 11 minutes, much slower than ideal for the pace I needed.
Once off the bridge, we could spread out as we approached the "one hill at the start of the race." We had been warned about this hill. It was not steep, but very long. I was able to gradually make up some of my time from the slow start, though, and made it to the 2-mile mark by 19 minutes. Then I got in my groove, and got to mile 3 by 28 minutes. My pace continued on very steady for the next several miles.
Every time I glanced at my watch at the mile marks, it confirmed my pace was dead-on. I kept fueling (with gels) every 6 miles or so, and drank water and/or Gatorade at every water station. I am an emotional person, so there were a few times while running that I could feel tears welling up. UGH. Hopefully none of the photographers would capture me doing the "ugly cry" with my medal at the finish line.
So, I continued onward. This race is really unique in that in encompasses four cities on the Iowa/Illinois border (QUAD Cities, get it?), as well as a small island, the Rock Island Arsenal. We crossed the Mississippi River via several bridges at various times along our way to the 26.2 finish line. I mentioned there was the "one" hill just after the start of the race, but truthfully, there were several more. Each time we crossed a bridge to another city (or, on occasion, to another state), we climbed an incline to get there. Not a big deal. Actually having a few hills is really a good thing, it gives your muscles a break from the otherwise flat course.
I made it to the halfway point in just over 2 hours, my pace was still doing well. As I approached the 14-mile mark, I pulled out a granola bar for a quick snack. I walked for a few minutes as I attempted to eat the bar, but it was not as easy as planned (the eating, not the walking). The lack of saliva in my mouth made chewing and eating and (eventually) swallowing a very long process. Finally after several minutes of chewing, I threw the last part of the bar away. Epic fail! I was also in need of a tissue...in a moment of desperation, I grabbed a discarded wash cloth off the ground (yes, I know, EEW!) and blew my nose. Done.
The next 7 miles or so were on the island, which is a private military setting. Therefore, there were very few people along the route, other than the volunteers manning the water stations. It was very scenic and peaceful, but for a race of this distance I would have preferred to have some spectators clapping and cheering along the way. The temps were ideal, though. It was in the mid-40's at the start of the race, and never got above the mid-70's. There also was a gentle breeze, so I never felt hot or over-heated.
|shedding the waist-tied shirt when I saw the husband|
|Lil giving me that last push to the finish|
I kept going, pausing at each of the remaining stations, and just enjoyed each and every moment. The sun was shining brightly, there was a great breeze and there were a lot of people cheering throughout these final miles. I could feel my calves starting to cramp slightly, so I took it easy and didn't force anything.
|You can't see him very well, but the guy to the left is Dean...my last mile hero!|
This gentleman, Dean, immediately shook hands with another guy once we were inside the finishers' corral. He then introduced me to this guy who was none other than Joe Moreno, the race director! Joe immediately grabbed my hand, congratulated me, then thanked me. He told me he was so honored that I had chosen the Quad Cities for my first marathon. Honestly, I do not know how I managed to get through that final mile with Dean (and all the cheering and celebrating) without crying.....maybe I was dehydrated or something (I had just finished a marathon, after all).
My official finish time was 4:33:38. I did not make my 4:15 goal, but it truly was such a magical experience, I honestly do NOT care about those extra 18 minutes. The entire race was wonderful, from start to finish.
I feel very fortunate. My first-ever marathon was pretty much everything I could hope for. I felt energetic for most of the race. I think I managed the hydration and fueling well for 26.2 miles. No carb crashing, no feelings of quitting, no "hitting the wall" and no regrets. Even when I was periodically walking during those last couple miles (and knew I could have been running), I never felt disappointed in myself. Really, running this marathon wasn't that much harder than running a half marathon...just twice as far!
|I've sat down...and I can't get back up!|
|post race with the husband and youngest daughter|
So, could I have trained harder? Should I have trained longer? Would that have gotten me across the finish line faster? Probably. But, truth be told, I trained just as much as I wanted to. My summer training consisted of running three days (sometimes four) every week, one of which was a long run on each of the weekends. I did not have to sacrifice one church service to make the long runs happen since I did all of them on Saturdays (except for a couple that I did during the week if we had Saturday plans). I simply chose to control my running, and I refused let it control me. I have a husband and three amazing kids....I refuse to put them behind anything, including my running. That's how it works for me.
|Funny! Boston Qualifier (not!)|
|I thought it was funny how it says the post-race party begins 30 minutes after the race begins.....|