I've been waiting to write this post about my run because honestly, it has taken me a while to process what I've done.
Let's start with the basics. My time was 6:32 minutes. My goal was to be under 6 hours but that didn't happen. I ended up waking the last 9 miles because I was feeling pretty nauseous. Leave it to a dietitian to screw up race-day nutrition! Regardless of my time, I never felt down, or upset or angry. I finished and above all things, I kept moving forward. I even put a reminder on my hands to keep me focused on the goal, "Forward is a pace."
The day was filled with emotions. I was scared and nervous as my wife drove me to the starting line. I could barely eat my pre-race meal because of my nerves. When I got to the starting line I calmed down and I was so happy to have some friends from work there who I was going to run with. My father also came to send me off as well. We were supposed to run together but an injury during training sidelined him for the big day.
As the race started and I waited for my turn to cross the starting line, my first tears of the day began to form. I was really going to do this. With all the training and anticipation, I couldn't believe the moment was finally here and in that moment I realized why I was doing this.
|Ready for the start.|
|Greeting my kids|
|Hugging my wife at the finish line|
Overall I have to say my marathon experience was nothing but positive. Remember, up until just a couple of years ago, I've never been a runner. So this milestone was huge for me. If I can go from the couch to 26.2 miles in just a couple of years, so can you. I'm already thinking of what my next race will be. Maybe a half marathon, maybe a 10k or maybe another marathon. Are you inspired by my story? Want to join me?
|I got my medal!|
|The mass of runners climbing Hill St.|
|All smiles at mile 24!|
|Dana greets me at mile 19|