This is an interesting post to write.
The NJ Marathon…
Let’s just start by saying: It wasn’t the Sub-4 I wanted but sometimes you can’t always get what you want. After the race, I was both happy and disappointed with myself. I know I had a 40 minute Marathon PR at this race, but I can’t help but think about what I did wrong?
My first 13 miles, I felt great. Fantastic even. I don’t know what happened at Mile 14, but mentally I was DONE. I threw up on the side of the road at Mile 13. I have no idea why…the last time I threw up was probably 2007 in my senior year of college. Throwing up didn’t make any sense, especially since I wasn’t feeling sick to my stomach at all. The first half…
At Mile 16, I was beyond happy to see Meggie jump in to run with me. Prior to the start, we had made a plan for Meggie to meet me at Mile 20, but I’m telling you right now, if I hadn’t seen her at Mile 16, I probably would have given up completely. She was my rock those last 10 miles.
I told Meggie right away that I wasn’t feeling well, so we decided to play a game where she would run up to the next mile mark, and I would just try to run as “fast” as I could to meet her. A little game of “Marathon Cat and Mouse”. We are super creative in desperate times.
I have no idea why but I just was NOT feeling the 2nd half of this marathon, and I cringe a little as I post these times…
Official Finish Time: 4:26:20
While, I just didn’t have that marathon magic on Sunday, I am still proud of my marathon time. And I’m proud of finishing my 2nd marathon.
On the other hand, I just can’t help but be disappointed about not meeting my Sub-4 goal time. I think the hardest part about finishing in 4:26:20 is that I had all of these amazing training runs. In fact, all my training runs were on perfect pace for a Sub-4 marathon. So I can’t help but ask myself, what went wrong?
Meggie and I afterward the Mary.
The good news is that I know I will evidentially run a Sub-4 Marathon. No question about it.
I would be lying if I didn’t say that I didn’t shed a little tear last night before going to bed. It wasn’t a tear because I was sad about my time, but more a tear of an emotional release. To say marathon training takes over your life is an understatement. For the last six months, I felt like I was living and breathing this marathon. When other opportunities would present them self in my life, I would always say “ATM” a.k.a “After The Marathon”. Doctors appointments, dates, happy hours (sometimes), vacations, registering to vote (did it today!), etc. were all put off for this marathon.
So when I didn’t meet my goal after I put the last six months of my life into this, there was a moment last night where I questioned everything I had given up in the last six months. (Please remember: I’m super dramatic at times)
On a positive note, Doug said something to me after the NJ Marathon (where I met him for the first time – Holla Doug!). He said “Listen, it took me four tries to go Sub-4.” When he said that he probably didn’t think that would mean much to me, but it did. It gave me my hope back. So Thank You, Douglas.
Thank you to everyone who tracked, tweeted, emailed, texted, called, Facebooked, & MySpaced me (just kidding on the MySpace)….you have NO IDEA how much I appreciate it. It meant the world to me.
And of course, I don’t know how to even start to thank Dorothy for everything. If I told you everything she did for me, you all wouldn’t even believe it. She goes above and beyond as a running coach and a friend.