Post Marathon Musings

Of course I’ve been reflecting on my first marathon and what I’ve learned. It’s true what they say in that it is a life changing experience. I’m sure as time passes more things will come to mind, but here are few post marathon musings:

1. Training for a marathon is not only getting you ready to run the distance but to train your mind to know you can run the distance.

I feel like I let my mind take over the last 6 miles when the marathon really starts. I felt like I couldn’t give any more and I don’t know, maybe I could have. It’s easy to say that now that it’s over because at the time, you really feel like you can’t. I think this where my mental toughness weakened. Every one hurts. Every one is struggling. The last part of the race is the really challenge–more mental than physical–and I think this is where I need to tell the negative thoughts in my head to take a walk somewhere else.

2. There will be good runs/races and there will be bad runs. Don’t compare them.

When I ran my 20 mile training run I felt great. I even said that I wished the marathon would’ve been that day because of how good I felt. But, it wasn’t and I need to forget about that training run. Sometimes, when I start to get upset about how I didn’t make my 4:30, I think about that 20 miler and how smooth it was. But then I snap to reality. Twenty miles is not 26.2 and like I said before, those last 6.2 is the real race.

3. A goal is good but not the end all, be all of life.

If you haven’t noticed, I’m super competitive. Not so much with other people, but more so with myself. For some reason, I don’t get upset or jealous when other people get better times than me. I actually get super stoked for them. Heck, my best running buddy is Salt and she’s super hardcore. I do however, get upset when I feel I could have done better. My husband has been getting on my case about how when people ask how I did on my marathon, I preface my response with, “Well, I didn’t meet my goal but…” Why do I do that? People don’t need to know my goal or that I didn’t make it. It doesn’t lessen the awesomeness that was my time. This is something I want to work on. Focus more on the positive and not get so down on myself when I don’t reach a goal–and in this case, it’s even more silly because I did reach my goal. I finished a freaking marathon!!

4. People who have run a marathon know what they’re talking about.

I love hearing about people’s marathon experiences. I learn so much getting different perspectives. I filter the information I want to keep of course 🙂 But one of the most common pieces of advice I got was to not start out fast. Time and time again, this always came up.

I felt like at the time I wasn’t starting out too fast but in retrospect, I definitely think I did.

I originally had a plan of starting with a 10:10 pace and taking that for the majority of the race. But at the start, I hooked up with the 4:25 pacer and the first 4 miles were more of the 9:45-50 pace. I was reminded about the inexperienced idea of wanting to “bank time” by my pal piratebobcat–it doesn’t work and don’t do it. I think this is something I’ll for sure take with me to my next marathon and what I would share to new marathoners.

5. Running is addicting.

It was not even an hour post marathon that I was already thinking about the next one.

I’m not kidding when I said I was in super pain when I finished. I couldn’t even walk at the end. But there I was, thinking of when the most realistic time to run another marathon would be. Runners are a unique bunch. That’s all I really got to say about that.

6. Rest. Rest. and Rest.

I think I was still on the adrenaline of having finished a marathon that two days later I ran. And then I ran again. And then I ran again.

I felt okay and made sure I wasn’t go out too fast but I seemed to have forgotten that I had just ran a marathon!

I went to bed last night after a 5 mile run and told my husband, “I’m tired. Like really tired.” Saying those words out loud seemed to light up something in my head. Helly, you need to rest!! So, my running this week will be postponed. I’m resting these legs. I know they’re tired and I can feel them telling me they want a Spring Break.

7. Being a marathoner is pretty awesome.

Yes, I’m one of those who bragged and showed off my medal any chance I could the week following the race. I wore my medal to sleep that first night and wore to the Wal-mart the next day. I wore it to the park. I wore it running errands. It didn’t come off at all that Sunday post-race 🙂

I love the look on people’s faces when you tell them you’ve run a marathon. I love that they think I’m crazy. I love that I’m in this unique club of people who enjoy doing things that are crazy.

You bet I will! :)

You bet I will! 🙂

Or I’ll probably just drop it in a conversation nonchalantly like it’s no big deal 😉

–What advice would you give a first-time marathoner?

–If you haven’t ran a marathon, would you? Why or why not?

–What are some things you’ve learned from a race (of any distance)?

I’m Officially a Marathoner!

Boy, oh boy…..

That was without a doubt the hardest, most fun thing I’ve ever done in my life.

I’ll start at the beginning 🙂

You guys knew that I was dreading the inclement weather…not even so much the rain, it was more the wind that was making me nervous.

And it was definitely windy.

My husband dropped me off at the bus pick-up around 4 a.m. It actually wasn’t tough waking up so early and I actually felt like I slept despite my jitters.

The bus ride was about 20 minutes long. I sat next to a complete stranger who happened to be an Ironman (I found this out after some small talking). He offered some good advice, “Don’t start out fast.” “Trust your training.” etc., and even gave me an extra trash bag to protect myself from the rain. This would be really helpful later.

I wore shorts and my run club shirt. I debated wearing pants because I absolutely hate being cold but didn’t want to risk running in wet, soggy pants. That wouldn’t be fun. In the end, I am very, very glad I wore shorts.

I took with me an old sweater to keep warm and toss later. When we reached the drop off point, way out in the middle of nowhere, you felt the cold immediately. You also felt the wind immediately. People were huddled against walls to try and escape it and others found old junk cars to sit in (we were at a shooting range out in the desert). I found my run club in a great spot, a little area with three walls that helped break off the wind. As soon as I got there, I threw on the garbage bag. It sure helped.

oh it's just me in a bag...no big deal :)

oh it’s just me in a bag…no big deal 🙂

It was an hour til go time so we just hung out and tried to keep loose. At about 15 til, we started to make our way to the start line.

I had a few things on my mind as far as what I wanted to accomplish with my first marathon. First and foremost, I wanted to finish. I had an ambitious lofty goal of finishing around the 4:30 mark (if I was feeling like all the stars were aligning) and I had a more realistic goal of wanting to finish under 5:00. Lastly, I wanted this to be something I’d look back and remember and it be a memory that would always make me happy. I didn’t want to be disappointed with any part of the experience because it was my first marathon and that in of itself is already something huge. I kept that thought in my head throughout the entire race and especially when things started to get tough.

At go time, the wind was going and everyone was standing waiting for the gun. There were no corrals so you pretty much chose where you wanted to begin. I noticed near where I was the 4:25 pacer and decided right then and there that I’d try and stick with him as long as I could. My “goal” was 4:30 so if I stayed with him I’d make it and if I had to slow down, I’d have a cushion built to still leave me with a shot.

How long could I hang with this guy??

How long could I hang with this guy??

The rain came down it seemed as soon as the skies heard the gun shot and lasted for two miles. The first 4 miles were a downhill you could feel. I was glad that I was with the pacer because I knew I would’ve gone out too fast. The first four miles I was right around the 9:30 pace. (Which in retrospect, I think that was on the fast side.)

The fifth mile was the lone hill of the race and again, I was glad I was with the pacer because I might have gone a lot slower than the 10:43 that I did. It wasn’t a tough hill but more of a long incline.

The wind and rain had let and the weather was actually cool and very, very pleasing. It was overcast and I felt like I was breathing fresh air. The roads were wet but not slippery; I did make sure to avoid the road strips though–those were def slippery as I saw several people stumble 😦

I was feeling pretty good and moving along just fine. My husband met me at mile 11 and I told him that I was glad I decided to wear my hydration pack and glad with other last minute decisions I’d made–to wear a hat, go with shorts instead of pants. He left me and I knew I’d see him again around mile 16ish.

I was literally at the hip of the pacer. I knew that if I fell even the slightest behind him that I’d lose him. Others around him struck up conversation and when I ended up next to him all I said was, “I’m sorry. I’m pretty boring. I don’t talk when I run.” He just laughed and said that was smart. Conserve energy.

We passed the 13.1 mark and had our pictures taken–if you could, you’d see that I was right there next to my new best friend. I stayed glued to him up to mile 15 when I finally said a few more words.

“This is getting hard.”

The girl to my right said breathlessly, “Yeah.”

The pacer encouraged us with, “Keep going. Stay strong. You’re more than halfway done.”

I drudged along.

My husband reached me at mile 16 with a big smile. I knew he was happy to see me still with the pacer. But I had to break it to him that our newfound friendship wasn’t going to last much longer. I was struggling. Bad.

He stayed with me for a little over a mile and told me to try and make it to twenty. I already had that number in my head. Helly, make it twenty. Just make it twenty.

I made it to 19.

I lost it. I slowly started to fade back from the 4:25 group and as the seconds ticked, I saw my buddy get smaller and smaller and smaller til I could no longer see him.

My head began to rain negativity. Couldn’t you have made it one more freaking mile? You’re so close to slow down now! What the hell is going on?

I texted my husband at mile 20 that I needed him. I had slowed down considerably and could feel my legs burning, screaming in pain. They seemed to have become a separate entity, no longer part of me but its own person with its own needs and desires. They wanted to stop. My head, and my heart, didn’t.

Miles 20-25 were horrible. Absolutely horrible. I became emotional and even shed a few tears. Okay, a lot. I had been doing so good and had lasted so long that I couldn’t believe I couldn’t make myself keep going.

When my husband reached me at mile 22, I began to walk. I unclipped my water pack and handed it to him. He knew that talking was not something I wanted to do at the moment.

We walked for a few minutes until he said, “Let’s jog to that sign over there.”

We reached the sign and then began walking.

After about a minute or so, “See that bus stop?”

We went on like that for miles 22-25. I love that he didn’t pressure me to do anything more. That he didn’t say anything about me walking. That he stuck with me those awful miles when I felt like an absolute failure.

And I’ll never ever forget mile 25 when he said to me, “This is the last mile of your first marathon. Finish strong.”

It was one of my fastest miles of the race.

I didn’t meet my 4:30 goal and like I had hoped, when I crossed the finish line it didn’t matter. I was a marathoner! My 4:44:12 time made me so incredibly, ridiculously happy that I felt my smile couldn’t get any wider. I think I had the most cheesiest grin for my photo finish! (I’ll have to post it when they release them lol!)

My husband stayed with me til the very end and took this pic of me approaching the finish line (running!) 🙂

Crossing that finish line=best feeling ever

Crossing that finish line=best feeling ever

I was handed my medal, my new favorite accessory, and my body immediately swelled with pride.

Seriously, how beautiful is this medal??

Seriously, how beautiful is this medal??

I was herded to the finisher’s photo area where again, my husband took this awesome shot of me trying my hardest to smile and not collapse.

Yep, I'm a finisher!

Yep, I’m a finisher!

I then took advantage of the free post race massages they were having. Oh, you bet I did. Afterwards, I couldn’t even stand up. I told my husband to get the car; I was ready to go.

On our way home, I began thinking back on the race. I said to myself, “Next time, I’m going to…”

Yes, I said next time. There will definitely be a next time. 🙂

–No questions today but I want to thank all of you for your kind words of encouragement and support the last couple of days. I’ve been resting and recuperating and reading your comments on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook has been the best ever. Thank you for following my journey; however, this is not the end. I have so much fun stuff coming up that I can’t wait to share with you!

Rain, Rain, Go Away and Magazine Giveaway Winners!!

Nothing’s changed since yesterday. It’s still going to rain.

Oh and running against the wind is always nice too..

Oh and running against the wind is always nice too..

Enough about that..It seems like the Rafflecopter link for the magazine giveaway was not correctly embedded into my post on Sunday (I’m the worst with technology) so, the three people that commented will get to choose one of the following magazines to get a FREE one year subscription!!

Tiffany @The Fit Knitter

Julie W

Amber @pb&prs

Congrats ladies!! E-mail me your info at hellyontherun@gmail.com to start getting some reading material delivered : )

I’ll be whipping up a little something tomorrow before my race to calm my jitters and show off my swag from the expo and then I’ll probably be on bed rest for a few days lol!! If you want to keep up with the latest on my first marathon, follow me on Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. Thank you guys so much for all of your support leading up to this special day!!!

2 DAYS AWAY!!

2 DAYS AWAY!!