it might have been the hardest thing i have done!
but i finished the LA marathon last sunday morning while my family sat in church.
i can honestly say i am was not sure that i would have but sweet friend, T, pulled me through every step of that blasted marathon!!!
we were shooting for a 4:30 (4 hours and 30 minutes) finish time.
mom and dennis took us to the start (traffic to dodger stadium will be another post).
we got to the starting line 3 minutes before the gun went off. we were behind the corrals where the handy dandy pace groups were situated. somewhere in there we passed the 4:45 group. then somewhere in there we managed to pass the 4:30 group. i was pretty darn pleased with us. we were feeling good.
mom and dennis saw us at miles 6....
then saw us at mile 12......
then saw us at mile 17...... where i know i was not feeling good and was starting to worry that with over an hour and a half left to the race, i would not be able to finish.
then the 4:30 pace group passed us.
i know that T felt like she had failed me..... but i was really struggling. my legs were tired and i feared cramping. a girl sat down on the curb and started crying. i wanted to join her but T kept saying that i was not allowed to cry. i couldn't promise. she pulled me up an incline... i would like to say it was a hill but it wasn't. it was a mere incline.
mom and dennis saw us at mile 22.......
i wanted it to be over. i wasn't sure that i could go 4 more miles.
they all talk about hitting the wall... i was pretty sure it had hit me and for five miles i had endured. then somewhere around 23 i came out of it. i don't know how. i prayed a lot. and listened to T every time she told me to lift my head, or keep going, or just shuffle along and that i was doing great.
and then we finished.
wow.
i can hardly express.
i could not have done it without T. she was my warrior for jesus, encouraging me every step of the way....she was even nicknamed by some spectators as "happy girl."
it is amazing how having someone run every step of the way made all the difference for me on sunday. when it was the hardest for me and i was in my darkest place, i just kept trusting her words, following her lead, and letting her pull me along.... sounds like life, right?! when life is the hardest and darkest is when we need those faithful friends to keep us going, reminding us of truth, and pulling us along. but she had run almost every training run with me....short and long, early mornings and ones that required lots of shuffling of childcare and finagling of a million details to pull off.... and did i mention that she had said she never wanted to do another marathon again.
but she did.....for me. she didn't do it for her... she did it for me.
and our finish time: 4:32.
thanks T!!! you are an amazing friend.
and i am pretty amazed at what you helped me accomplish. i could not be prouder of myself for putting one foot in front of the other, for not giving up, and for finishing.... oh and for taking 45 minutes off my previous marathon time.
happy running.
i can honestly say i am was not sure that i would have but sweet friend, T, pulled me through every step of that blasted marathon!!!
we were shooting for a 4:30 (4 hours and 30 minutes) finish time.
mom and dennis took us to the start (traffic to dodger stadium will be another post).
we got to the starting line 3 minutes before the gun went off. we were behind the corrals where the handy dandy pace groups were situated. somewhere in there we passed the 4:45 group. then somewhere in there we managed to pass the 4:30 group. i was pretty darn pleased with us. we were feeling good.
mom and dennis saw us at miles 6....
then saw us at mile 12......
then saw us at mile 17...... where i know i was not feeling good and was starting to worry that with over an hour and a half left to the race, i would not be able to finish.
then the 4:30 pace group passed us.
i know that T felt like she had failed me..... but i was really struggling. my legs were tired and i feared cramping. a girl sat down on the curb and started crying. i wanted to join her but T kept saying that i was not allowed to cry. i couldn't promise. she pulled me up an incline... i would like to say it was a hill but it wasn't. it was a mere incline.
mom and dennis saw us at mile 22.......
i wanted it to be over. i wasn't sure that i could go 4 more miles.
they all talk about hitting the wall... i was pretty sure it had hit me and for five miles i had endured. then somewhere around 23 i came out of it. i don't know how. i prayed a lot. and listened to T every time she told me to lift my head, or keep going, or just shuffle along and that i was doing great.
and then we finished.
wow.
i can hardly express.
i could not have done it without T. she was my warrior for jesus, encouraging me every step of the way....she was even nicknamed by some spectators as "happy girl."
it is amazing how having someone run every step of the way made all the difference for me on sunday. when it was the hardest for me and i was in my darkest place, i just kept trusting her words, following her lead, and letting her pull me along.... sounds like life, right?! when life is the hardest and darkest is when we need those faithful friends to keep us going, reminding us of truth, and pulling us along. but she had run almost every training run with me....short and long, early mornings and ones that required lots of shuffling of childcare and finagling of a million details to pull off.... and did i mention that she had said she never wanted to do another marathon again.
but she did.....for me. she didn't do it for her... she did it for me.
and our finish time: 4:32.
thanks T!!! you are an amazing friend.
and i am pretty amazed at what you helped me accomplish. i could not be prouder of myself for putting one foot in front of the other, for not giving up, and for finishing.... oh and for taking 45 minutes off my previous marathon time.
happy running.
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