Let's start with Friday. We got up there around 2ish and this was our welcome sign:
Naturally they needed someone to highlight the sign for them a la Vanna White.
Then we spent some time just hanging on the beach:
Sorry RunnerFam, you had a random photo bomb in the background
RunnerSis^2, RunnerSis, and a RunnerBaby (who never wants to look).
Shortly after, we headed to the expo to pick up our packets and bibs:
and then it hit me like a ton of bricks, 'holy crap, I'm running a FULL marathon in the morning'.
The marathoners got an orange Brooks tech tee and cute socks that say 'Bayshore Marathon'. The halfers got a blue Brooks tech tee, no socks. I'm a fan of the shirt, which I'll show in another post because I can spare one pic and didn't take one yet and it's in the wash because I wore it allllll day after the race with pride.
After, we had to run to target to get some stuff we forgot (and booze for the following night). RunnerSis decided she needed some fun purple sunglasses for the weekend dubbed as her "party rockin glasses" and somehow this occurred in the parking lot:
these are our 'party rockin' faces. Clearly we were just a little hyper or something.
Once we calmed down, we headed downtown to carb-load at Mackinaw Brewing Company. The food was fabulous and we got to run into Karly! We actually saw Karly again after dinner and after lots of hugs and good lucks, I forced her into taking a picture with me (which she rightfully expected):
I also got to meet her friend, Jordy, who was running her first half. She made me feel like a celebrity because it was actually her who recognized me in the restaurant, not Karly. You people realize this is going to go straight to my head, right? ;) Anyway, I'm so glad I got to meet you Jordy and I hope you had a fantastic race!
After dinner, we headed back to get some rest, since we had to get up at 4-something. If you remember me talking about the boys being sick last week, they were even more sick on my last day of work. Constant vomit was the theme of the day and I was praying they didn't pass it on. While I felt okay in that respect on Friday, the cold they had was hitting me in full force. I was pounding Vitamin C, cold meds, and hydrating like a fiend. I took my cold meds before bed and they most have knocked me out because it was the BEST night of sleep I've ever gotten before a race.
However, I woke up and just felt off. I was nervous as heck and my stomach was being fiesty. Somehow, I managed to choke down my breakfast and we were off. They had to be at the buses at 5:30, so we quickly took a few pics:
photo editing from the fun site of picmonkey.com
the birthday boy (I DID mention it was his birthday that day, right??) and RunnerSis
After lots of good lucks and hugs, they went to stand in line and I had an hour and a half to freak the EFF out. Luckily, I was getting lots of good lucks via fb and text to calm my nerves. My friend lyndsey had sent me this on Friday morning because she was going to be on a cruise on Saturday without service:
love it so much!
And when I was standing in line for the porta-potty, I got this from Megan:
and that helped so much. Cute babies make everything better!
Shortly after, I found Matt who was also running the full (and also his first). We definitely helped calm each other down. We also snapped a few pics together and for each other:
Before we knew it, we were ready to line up. On the way to the lines, we saw Coach Ken who gave me a big hug and wished me luck. Matt and I wished each other luck and went into our respective "corrals" (not real ones, but just loose ones).
The weather was perfect and I told myself I was ready. It started and I felt good. I was proud of myself because I ran the first mile in 9:57, not too fast like I feared. I settled into a good rhythm and just enjoyed the first few miles. It was gorgeous next to the water and I tried to take a picture, but my photo-taking skills while running are severely lacking.
you're welcome for only showing you one of those gems.
Those first miles flew by and though I was in the 9's, I was good about keep it mid to high for every mile. The halfers started at 7:30 (we started at 7), so I started seeing them around mile 6ish (we had out and back and they started at our back half, so we passed in directions). I saw RunnerBro at mile 7-ish and we high-fived. Then I saw Ry, high-fived, followed by Karly (who I accidentally pushed in excitement), and then RunnerSis. I was so excited to see them and was still feeling good. It wasn't until about right before mile 10, I started to feel gross. The mix of nerves and the drainage from my cold and maybe from the GU started to settle were throwing my belly off.
I steered over to the side of the road and tried to no avail to throw up, just lots of dry heaving. I drank some water and it passed somewhat. I kept going and saw a bathroom and decided to try it. I had to wait for a minute in line, but got in and out. Just a quick pee break, but it did seem to help a bit. I trekked on until I hit halfway in 2:12ish, which I was happy about considering the two big stops.
and I promptly facebooked that picture to announce I was halfway.
I walked for a second to take another GU and sip some water and I was on my way again. I was feeling pretty good until about mile 15 or 16, when I started to get really pukey feeling again. I'd slow, walk and sip some water, then head on. I did this until mile 18 when it was really bad. The GU was hitting my stomach hard (all the caffeine plus the drainage) and I was sure I was going to get sick. I told myself to walk a quarter mile then run the next .50-.75 depending on how I felt. The crowd support was great, as were their signs, so that helped:
I was getting angry with myself because my legs were still feeling so good and when I was running, I was still maintaing a good clip, but then a wave would hit me and I would either slow down or knew I'd have to walk. When I was walking, I checked facebook and twitter because your comments were helping me so so much. Truly, it was the only thing getting me through.
I was so grateful when I saw this sign:
"Just a 10k left" I told myself.
By Mile 21, RunnerSis texted me and said to text when I got close. I told her I was at mile 21 and hurting, though I guess I should have clarified because they thought I was injured, when it was just a mixture of feeling sick, fatigue, and the readiness to be done.
I was so slow those last 5 miles. I walked so much. But, I texted her every mile and she would text back something positive. At about mile 25.5, I saw Coach Ken again. He asked how I was feeling. I told him I was hurting. At this point, my left knee was hurting too. It hadn't bothered me until about mile 24, but I knew my stride was awful at that point, so I'm sure that's why. He ran with me, let me walk, then would make me run again for the next half mile. I owe so so much to him for pushing me to mile 26. I wish I had seen him again at the end because I wanted to thank him in person. From the bottom of my heart, Coach Ken, thank you so much for pushing me when I felt like I had nothing left to give.
(And now I'm about to cry just thinking about that point in the race). The last .2 was on the track and I was so so grateful to see everyone that I was waving and smiling like a mad woman as they cheered for me:
pretty epic, eh?
picmonkey let's you make fun collages too :)
My chip time was 4:46.55. Way off from that 4:15 I said a long time ago. When I talked about it to people in the days before, I thought 4:30-4:45, so my only regret is that I finished 1 minute and 55 seconds away from my goal time. It happens, I'm not angry. I KNOW I have faster in me. My legs were proving that me. My body just had different ideas.
When I finally saw all of them, I cheers'ed with the bday boy:
and then shortly after, I promptly threw up in a trash can because I'm extra classy.
I'm sure the beer just made it all worse, but I was mighty glad I had it when I did. Whatever stomach issues were bothering me during the race plagued me the rest of the day. No other celebrating was done on my part, as I struggled to keep any food down and just feel human. Several other almost puke episodes took place. Considering I was battling some major belly demons, that makes me extra proud of finishing.
It was a pretty crummy race day for all of us though. RunnerBro actually fell on the course (he was okay, but his knee is screwy), Ryan had major knee issues too, and RunnerSis was feeling sick too. However, we all finished, so regardless, there is value in that:
RunnerBro finishing
RunnerSis with her thumbs up!
And I won't show one of Ryan because he looks in pain in all of them, so I'll show you doing his version of an ice bath in the bay after (it was freezing):
he was a brave soul for wading out that far, but he said it helped his knee.
even runnerbaby wanted to wear a medal.
At the end of the day, I'm glad I survived 26.2 miles, even with major bumps along the way. Whoever said marathons break your heart, was right. But, that makes me even more sure I want to do it again someday, even with issues I had. I have a faster time in me. I know it. I trained for it. On a good race day, I could have done so much better. So, someday (not anytime too soon), I'll meet up with 26.2 again, but until then, I'm mighty glad I got through it this time. THANK YOU times a million for all your support before, during, and after!
Here's the finishing video, thanks for RunnerSis^2 for getting it!
Questions for you:
-Have you ever had major setbacks during a race? How'd you get through it?
-How was your weekend? Do anything fun for the holiday?
-Did anyone else race? How'd it go?
-Anything else fun to share?
Megan











































