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 πŸ™‚

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 πŸ™‚

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!) πŸ™‚

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. πŸ™‚

–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!

65 responses

  1. Congratulations!! I was eagerly awaiting your marathon recap and I enjoyed reading it. I think it is very impressive that you were able to stay with the 4:25 pacer as long as you did and that was so nice of your husband to help you through those tough miles with such great support.
    You’re a marathoner, woohoo!!

  2. Okay I seriously started crying in the chiropractor’s office. This recap is amazing and you are amazing. And you and your husband are amazing. And I am so proud of you. BIGGEST HUGS!

  3. Congratulations on such a great achievement!! I was so eagerly waiting to read the recap. I wanted to read so bad because I’m training for a marathon as well. My race is the PF Changs Rock N’ Roll in San Diego, CA June 1.

    This recap of your race was really well written. I love how you share your feelings both mentally and physically. I agree with everyone when they say you have a great husband. I would do the exact same for my wife. Both of you are great inspirations.

    I will continue to follow your blog. Read about your great training and races you complete. Thanks so much for sharing your race recap with us. Keep up the great work!

  4. Congrats! Such an amazing accomplishment that so few people will ever do. It may not seem that exceptional when you are always around other runners, but it truly is! Aren’t pacers amazing? I ran part of my last half marathon with a pace group and it was an awesome experience.

  5. Congratulations! Wow, a full marathon – what an accomplishment! PS – You finished a marathon and have two little ones at home – you are a great role model for your kids and many, many women!

  6. Way to go Helly!! Already talking about next time = awesome!

    Your husband is so great to be there for you during those late miles, I imagine that made a huge difference.

    Glad to hear your’re recovering well, and I look forward to see what’s coming up πŸ™‚

  7. Awesome! I was thinking about you on my run on Saturday, wondering how you were doing. Glad to hear you made it! I can relate to those last 6 ish miles being tough. That’s where they say the real marathon starts. But now that you finished and know more what to expect, you can make a plan of attack for the next one. Here’s step on in that plan – don’t go out too fast! Do not try to ‘bank’ time, but practice your negative split. You’ll be glad you did!

    • Definitely! I knew not too and of course at the time didn’t feel like I was until after the matter lol! But that goes with experience and I know now and will have a much better plan for next time πŸ™‚

  8. Congratulations! I love your recap. I’m so glad your husband was there to help you through it. You’re awesome and you did it! Woohoo!

  9. You’re amazing! This recap of your race was awesome to read and it is so great your husband supported you one those last miles! So amazing and inspiring! πŸ™‚ Yay! Congrats!!

  10. Congrats! I shared a lot of the same feelings when I finished mine as well. I struggled from mile 16 on with tendinitis in my calves that cause a LOT of pain. I definitely struggled but the feeling when you cross that finish line is absolutely amazing. Congrats! And when is the next? πŸ˜‰ You should enter the MCM lottery!

  11. You are AWESOME! Congratulations!! I have to imagine that wall is always emotional.

    And yes, there will totally be a next time πŸ™‚

  12. Congrats! That is amazing!! My “fast” pace is still over 10 minutes… work in progress. πŸ™‚ I have 2 halves under my belt but I’m not sure I’d ever do a full! You’re awesome!

  13. Congrats on becoming a marathoner! This is the first time I have read your blog and it was a very refreshing post. It’s was great to read a first time marathon recap rather than sometimes 16th. I have never run a marathon although it’s on my to do list, but your post makes it seem real. Congrats again!

  14. Congratulations! You’ve inspired me (not to run a marathon, but maybe hike a huge mountain or something) by the time I have a 7 month old. I never did get back into great shape after the first kid- so thank you so much for the encouragement!!

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