I wasn’t planning on writing another post, but I suppose I should for posterity, so this will be the last one. Long story short: I survived!
We were fortunate to have incredible weather all weekend. My parents rocked the 5K on Saturday, followed by turkey legs at the Jazz Festival and an awesome pasta dinner that evening.
I woke up around 3am on Sunday morning, after barely sleeping from excitement. I did some yoga, to help stretch out my hips and back, made breakfast (toast, peanut butter, hard boiled egg, strawberries, coffee), and left to get Jaime about 4:30. It was a cold morning, but the sun came up quickly. After a moment of silence for Boston and the National Anthem, we were off! We did a good job of pacing ourselves early on, but were still much faster than any training run we had done (averaging 10:30 miles for the first 5 or so). We got split up when Jaime stopped to use the restroom, but re-connected around mile 15. The course was beautiful in some places – cherry creek trail, views of the mountains from Sloan’s Lake, gorgeous neighborhoods. Running through the Broncos’ stadium was really motivating to me for some reason – and fun! There were volunteers, police, and spectators all along the way, which was awesome. Many residents had made signs, or put out additional water and orange slices. I was feeling great for the first 17 miles or so, trying to enjoy the moment.
We came back down Colfax, through the stadium again, and that’s when I started fading (mile 20). It wasn’t really the “wall” people talk about with respect to muscles – I had been fueling and hydrating pretty well. But my back and hips were done with the pounding of concrete and my upper body felt almost too heavy to keep up. I wanted so badly to maintain my time, but I had to stop and walk at times, which was disheartening. I tried calling Dan (microphone built into my headphones), but he couldn’t hear me, which was probably a sign from God saying: “Nobody wants to hear you whine. Hang up and keep going”. So I did. It took me over 5 hours to finish, which is frustrating because I felt capable of more, but I won’t have any regrets because I know I gave it my all. Seeing my family, friends, and coworkers at the finish line cheering, brought me to tears! I’m so grateful for the support.
Would I do it again? Honestly – Yes. If I can get my back issues worked out, through physical therapy for example, I would love to try to beat my time. The time commitment of training is arduous, but there’s something powerful about pushing your body to its limits. I challenged myself to do something I didn’t know was possible, and I persevered. I feel invincible right now. And sore…very, very sore. But this helped solidify that I can do anything I set my mind to. Another fun fact I learned – I could eat whatever I wanted to and still lost weight! Completely unintentional, but a nice surprise.
All in all, it was a fun, slightly painful, and truly meaningful weekend. The support I’ve received has been overwhelming and humbling. I’m so grateful for such generous friends and family. I wouldn’t have completed this without them.
Let’s see…what’s next on the bucket list?? :)