Thank you Route 66 for again, proving to be one of my
favorite runs! Because after last
year’s Route 66, I thought I might truly have lost my love for you. But in fact, it was that I simply don’t
love running in 19 degree weather.
So to which ever race director called in a favor from the weather gods,
I thank you from the bottom of my heart!
I was broken after OKC Marathon – the worse I’ve ever run,
which I contribute to a variety of reasons. 1. First
marathon I’ve ever run without Perfect Pacer. 2. Most beat up
physically going into a Marathon.
Even my doc at Integrated warned me it was going to be ugly. 3. My friends, because they are invincible and because we
agreed not to hold each other back, were able to keep going when I had to
become a wiener and walk. So for a long while, I was truly alone. 4. Wind from Hell. 5. 2 hour delay.
So yes, OKC broke me.
I swore I’d never ever do another marathon. That is, unless I ever got into NYC or Marine Corps. But that’s a whole other blog
post. After OKC, I just wanted to
find the love for running again.
And not be in pain. I
really wanted Route 66 to be so many things this – redemptive and fun being two
of them.
Route 66 Marathon reminded me that I could love running
again, that I could make it about simply finishing and not always having to
make a PR and that I definitely shouldn’t take myself seriously as a
runner. Because seriously, I am
not that serious of a runner, which I think I realized after sharing some stage
time with some fellow bloggers at the Bloggers Forum of the Route 66 Marathon
Expo.
The marathon isn’t just about the run on race day, but it is
about the journey that leads you to the finish line, which begins many months
before you ever reach the start line.
For me, it is about learning how to balance my training, with my job
which can be pretty physical and challenging – which I LOVE! It is also about learning how to train
differently because of my job. It
is always about balancing training with wifedom & motherhood. I wish I could say I found the magic
recipe for all that balance, but alas, I’m still searching for it.
For me, the course this year seemed to resemble my training
journey for Route 66. There were
days when training was going awesome and all of a sudden, a “moment” would
happen to try to knock me off goal.
It was definitely a training journey full of ups and downs. Similar to the race course – full of
ups and downs! It was a very nice
hilly course which I conquered.
One of those down moments on the course happened when I turned south
onto Peoria and a blasting wind hit me smack in the face - I suddenly feel
utterly alone and thoughts of failure crept inside my noggin. Another down moment, occurred at mile 11
– when Perfect Pacer’s body decided it was done.
But the course held more “up” moments the “downs” – like the
up moment when I realized we were
just feet away from Mile 9 aka #cheersoncincinnati where friends with jello
shots were stationed) and all of a sudden found myself sprinting past Perfect Pacer. And then there’s that moment at mile
10, when I slowed to a walk to text my daughter and heard the captain of my
training program holler from behind “Jackson, you’ve got a goal – you better
start running”.
Like I said earlier, Perfect Pacer fared well till about
mile 11, when his stupid back and his stupid calves begin making him pay for
the brutal impact he was putting himself through. We had made it with good mile splits all the way to mile 11
and were thinking we would actually make my self-imposed 2:10 finish goal when
the dull aching throb he runs with intensified. We resorted to run/walk intervals for those last 2.1 miles
trying to focus on the finish line instead of the pain he was in.
And we crossed the finish line, hand in hand, just like we
did at the start line.
Thanks Route 66 Marathon, for reminding me that running long
distance can be fun again!
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