I did
it. I brought months of training to bear on the Denver Marathon and
finished. I was a bit of an emotional and physical wreck after crossing the
finish line. I felt lightheaded and dehydrated, but managed to find
some water and shade. I drank three bottles of water in about five
minutes. It was just so hard and my body and mind were pushed into
places they don't often go. There was solidarity in looking around
me and seeing people in exactly the same condition; physically spent,
but elated at the same time. My hat was encrusted with a white
layer of salt that brought no end of fascination to some friends who
I met up with after getting back from the race.
The
best part of the race was seeing Catherine and Aiden at the finish
line screaming and ringing their cowbells. It made me find one last
bit of something to crank into the finish line gates. The race went
well from a technical point of view. My splits were not perfect, but
not wildly out of balance either, and I did not have anything left at
the end. I hydrated properly along the way and did not have to make
any unexpected bathroom stops, which means I ate right coming into
the race (TMI, I know, I know). I gave it my all, and that, in the
end, is all I can ask of myself.
I
waited quite a while for a friend of mine to round the last corner
coming into the finish, and when he came around he looked to be in
pretty bad shape. I got out there, put his arm over my shoulder and
told him over and over that he only had half a block and was going to
do it. I told him to dig deep, and he did. He made it to the finish
line, and when they announced his name I was so proud of him.
A
great and emotional experience. I told someone this might be my last
one. But as I write about it, I find myself re-evaluating. Disney
is in January, I think...
I
have to thank a lot of people who made this whole deal possible.
First and foremost, my family, who put up with me leaving the house
at 4:00am to go run or go out on Saturdays for hours on end. Also, to
my friends in the Lifetime Fitness Endurance Club, especially Sandy,
who challenges me to keep pushing and is still pestering me about
doing a triathalon. I also want to thank Tammy, Will, Luke, and
Clayton, who opened their home to us while we were in Denver and who
always make us feel like family.