Today was the culmination of 16 long weeks of training: Mayor’s Marathon. At 7:30 AM we were crossing the start line with hundreds of other people, representing all 50 states and 16 countries.
And where to from there? For 15 miles, I went smoothly toward the finish line with a comfortable, average pace of 10:30 min/mile. The temperatures and trails were perfect this morning: sunny, 60s and a light breeze. Plenty of water, snacks and energy!
Between miles 16-17, my stomach did a little flip. I’ll spare you the details, but express my sincere gratitude for the outhouses that appeared like an oasis right before I beelined into Bicentennial Park. Hallelujah.
That episode set me off my entire game. Slowed my pace, stiffened my legs and generally made me a little wonky for the next few miles. Some anxiety, walking and tears followed that.
My cheer squad was waiting for me at mile 22. Adam walked me through a water station, letting me cry and mope about falling behind my goal time, holding my snacks and water and encouraging me to finish strong. He’s a good man.
I made it across the finish line way off from my goal of 4:30. Way f’n off, and I’m really disappointed. After 16 weeks of training and focusing on my goal time, it’s a major letdown to fall short. That’s real talk, and it’s going to take me a minute to bounce back.
Silver lining/ending on a positive note: I have another marathon to look forward to & try again for new time. And kudos to Stacia for blowing her time out of the water!