I ran a marathon today. it was stupid.
I was in excruciating pain by mile 15. I kept it together until mile 24, when I totally fell apart physically.
can’t say I ever hit “the wall” but I definitely didn’t feel all that fantastic.
the best part for me was the cheerleaders (mine in particular). all of the people along the course made it bearable. Betsy, Jennifer, Johnna, Traci, Victor, Amanda, Alex, Sharon, Patrick, Sara, Peter, Lara, Topher, Laurie, Corinne, Lori Beth, Danny, Mom and Dad all made it a little bit easier to be out there pushing well past my limits.
my coaches and teammates had so much faith in me.
and you guys, knowing you were out there cheering me on from the interwebs. it helped, it really did.
I didn’t hit any of my time goals, but I had as much fun as possible and I crossed that finish line. I got my medal and my poncho and that’s all that matters to me right now.
I might try again in a few years, but definitely not anytime soon. it was just too much for me.
tl;dr: I ran a marathon and didn’t exactly love it.