i ran a marathon today.
i also was reminded that i have asthma and i coughed 26.2mi.
i was reminded that side cramps are a thing and they really hurt.
i was reminded that training with hills is a better plan than avoiding hills during training.
i was reminded that brooklyn is big.
i fell in love with brooklyn and all the wonderful supporters out there.
i also fell in love with the view from the verrazano.
i made a friend at mile 21 as we both struggled and accepted our slow marathon times.
i saw an old man running with a trump/pence sign and it took everything out of me to not stop and ask him whyyyyyyyyy.
i also fell even more in love with people. with friends who tracked me from home, with friends who tracked me and hopped from place to place to cheer me on, with friends who took a moment out of their day to give me a hug or a high five, with friends who brought their pup to cheer me on, with friends who made signs, with friends who gave me gummies, with friends who sent encouraging messages, with friends who seemed more excited about my accomplishment than i did.
also, THANK YOU EVERYONE!
i learned that running 26.2mi hurts, but not in the way i expected. i didn't hit "the wall" and the hardest part mentally was mile 11/12, not mile 20.
i learned that going slow helps and that maybe i shouldn't be trying to do anything but enjoy the crazy thing i am doing.
i fell in love with the lady in my bldg who was volunteering at a water stop and who saw me and ran a bit with me at mile 24.
i learned that you don't have to lose toenails or get blisters.
i fell in love even more with my boyfriend who miraculously appeared at the two times i was mentally struggling.
i learned that seeing people you know on the course, cheering you on, can buoy you like no other.
i fell in love even more with my mom who drove me to the bus at 5:00am.
i learned that my body hurts at mile 18. just all over. but not in a "i can't move" sort of way...but more in a "i don't want to move" sort of way.
i fell in love with my feet and my arms and my legs.
i learned that 26.2mi is scary and not. it is doable. it can go faster than you think.
i also learned that it can go a lot slower than you hope and it can make you a grump even though it was your first marathon...
but like also i just mostly learned that running makes you delusional and makes you think that 26.2mi isn't that long (after the fact...keep in mind).
in the car, on the way home, i said "maybe i'll run a marathon again...if its flat"
and in the shower, i thought "i guess i'll do the nyc marathon again next year."
so i am reminded that running is addictive and i am a sucker and i may be running 26.2 again in the future.
i learned that you can start this marathon dream years before--signing up for 3 marathons and never running them--but then it can happen. really happen. like you put one foot in front of another and you just do it.
and i learned that sometimes you need to feel sad and lonely and hurt in order to commit to something as nuts as running your first marathon. and i learned that sometimes running that crazy marathon can show you just how much you are loved.
and with that, my year of running is done.
i am going back to spin class and yoga. or just sitting on my couch.
at least until i start training for the nyc half in january... :P
p.s. i just had to note that both my boyfriend and my dog are asleep...like out cold...and i am the one who ran the marathon but am still awake drinking wine by myself....
p.p.s. i feel less anxious, but i am pretty sure it will all come back tomorrow when it hits me that election day is tuesday. ahhhhh. #imwithher
p.p.p.s. i ran a marathon, guys!!!