5 years ago
Monday, March 23, 2015
At first I was running with the 4:20 runner. Sure enough I started feeling my knee at around mile 3. before the race started I took some aspirin to help the pain. I kept my phone on me so I could talk to Jeff. My IPod died so it helped that I kept my phone on me. Mile 6 or 7 the 4:40 mile run by me. Still feeling pain and started to walk and run. I would walk every mile for about a minute. I talked to Jeff around mile 8 and he realized he was at the wrong place. I didn't end up seeing him until mile 16? Right before I crossed the half marathon line, the 5:00 pacer ran by me and it was then that I realized I could finish the race in 6 hours and get the MEDAL!! I crossed the half marathon at about 2:30 hours. It was gonna happen, I was so excited and uplifted. That joy got me through the next 4 miles of more pain and wear on my knee. By 16-17 miles, I was starting to get discouraged and when I did stop to walk, my gait was one of major discomfort. My ankle and hip were hurting too on the same side probably because it was supporting so much of my bad knee. At my worst, I knew jeff was right up the street waiting for me. I had my doubts that I could or rather SHOULD finish. I saw a guy, whom I've seen running around before, who is blind and he is holding on to another runner with a strap. I thought if he can do this in darkness, I could do this in my own form of darkness (a bad knee). I popped another aspirin and kept going. In some ways running was less painful on my knee than walking. A cop asked if I needed help. There they were...Jeff and the girls. So happy and smiling ear to ear while I was crying on the inside. Oh, and I should mention that every time I stopped to walk, I was praying for strength, both mentally and physically. I also prayed overtime I started running, thanking Him for getting the momentum to get up to speed. It was a difficult transition from walk to run. Kinda felt or looked like I had a peg leg. Jeff and the girls cheered me on. They met me again at mile 20 and 23 running with me. Mile 21 I passed by the station with ALL missionaries. That was definitely encouraging as I thought about their time and sacrifice to serve a 2 year mission. If they could do it, I could withstand 5.2 more miles. I took each mile marker one at at time and celebrated each passing with a victory. My walking was more and more. I would walk through the mile marker and again at the half mile. I felt every time that much closer and the finish line within reaching. I was elated knowing that I was gonna get that medal. I really could care less about the medal, but it was more of what it meant. It meant overcoming months of commitment, months of pushing myself, it meant enduring pain, finishing something I started that was HARD. It stood for friendship, teamwork, courage, and hardwork. The last mile marker, I was in serious pain. My walk looked like some weird animal creature lurking through a forest. At this point, many runners, volunteers, and people cheering for loved ones made many comments to me of support, empathy, encouragement, and making sure I was ok. There it was the finish line. I started to run again. I was gonna run through the finish line. So many emotions I had already been through throughout the race that I didn't cry because I was proud of myself. I had already done that. I was teary eyed more for relief. It was over. 5 hours and 39 minutes later. I heard people call my name. At the time I didn't know it was Jeff. I saw Annie at right before or her sweet of face. As I crossed there was someone with a wheel chair asking if I needed it. I declined. "I just ran a marathon, I can walk to my husband" is what I thought. I finally saw Jeff and the kids after I crossed the finish line, gave them a hug, and got my stuff and was ready to go home and rest. Jeff wheeled me off in the stroller. I rested and couldn't walk for a few days later.
I'm so glad I did it and so happy from the experience. I can pull many gospel oriented things from this experience. I don't have a desire to run a full marathon, but I do like half marathons.