The night before the race was nerve racking. When bed time rolled around, I could not sleep. I was so nervous I wouldn't accomplish my goal. My goal was not only to accomplish the marathon, but to also qualify for the Boston Marathon.
Many thought I was crazy for having such a high goal for my first marathon. Little do they know, that when I set out to do something, I will not quit until I accomplish it.
3:45 AM: Wide awake. Trembling at the thought of running 26.2 miles with an 8 minute mile time. Lucky for me, my support team was there rooting me on from 3:45 until the end. Writing this is giving me butterflies just thinking about how lucky I am to be able to do this crazy, amazing sport.
4:30 AM: Hot oatmeal is waiting for me in the microwave. Pouring brown sugar on top, with a banana hits the spot every time. Sitting there, I decided to throw on some motivational videos which made me start tearing up. This sport isn't just a sport. Marathon running has a different definition. It is a lifestyle.
5:00 AM: In the car ready to drive over to the start line, I am listening to my favorite music, jamming out with my head phones in. My stomach is in knots.
6:00: We arrive at the runner drop off. My mom and boyfriend drop me off, and I throw on my garbage bag because it was raining! But I embrace it. I met up with a team mate and we warmed up together.
7:00AM: The start. The feeling of that gun going off... Was something you will never experience if you've never done a marathon. It wasn't a gun like any other race. It was a different feeling that I hope you all experience one day. I start off at a steady 8 minute mile pace.
Mile 13: Mile 13 I was feeling good. Keeping the same pace throughout the marathon. Cramping a little, so it's time for a delicious salted caramel gu with caffeine. This is my second one by this time, and it kicked me into gear. My support team was all along the course rooting for me. I am so thankful.
Mile 20: Mile 20 is when I hit the wall. I didn't want to move. I literally stopped and could not breathe. This feeling was the worst feeling I have ever felt in my life. The feeling of wanting to quit has never been in my mind. It never crosses my mind because I always have to make my goals happen.
Mile 23: I see the pacer at 3:35 marathon pace go by. I say "HELL NO" and start sprinting. I kept a steady 7:45 pace for the last 3 miles. I don't know what got into me. The rush of wanting to make it to Boston stuck to me like glue.
Mile 26: I have .2 miles left. I give it all I got. I made it under 3:35, and qualified for Boston. Crossing the finish line, I was in tears. All I could think about was that I almost gave up. I did it. Boston here I come.
If you have ever thought about doing a marathon, DO IT. Even if your goal is to finish one, it is something I believe everyone should do one. You are all capable.
Thanks for reading my story.
Until Next Time