All American Marathon, 2015

I thought I'd share my experience of completing my 3rd marathon.

My training partner, Zina, and I started training together in January.  Since January, we have ran together almost every Sunday morning for our long training runs together.  We started with 8 miles and bumped up mileage each week.  The longest training run was 20 miles. 

As we lined up for the race, I looked around and noticed all sorts of kinds of people- young, old, every ethnicity, every body type.  I appreciated that moment because I had mostly trained by myself, aside from the long runs.  Running can be such a lonely sport, so most of us really enjoy the races, which are a time to join other like minded folks.  Within a few minutes of standing and waiting, just prior to the national anthem being sung, I met a woman that had an assistive dog with her.  We started to chat and I learned that she had metal in both of her legs after undergoing multiple surgeries after having been injured in the military.  She was a marathoner prior to being injured, and she was planning to walk the entire 26.2 miles!  Hearing her story made me want to cry and we hadn't even started the race. 

I love racing because of this reason.  There are countless stories of survival and

perseverance.  One of my favorite runners is named Ivan Castro.  He is a local marathoner that is completely blind.  He was almost killed in a blast, but survived.  His sight did not survive- but he still has completed multiple marathons and he continues to work as an active duty soldier- in recruitment.  Can you imagine trying to come up with an excuse of why not to join the military when you have a completely blind person- who runs marathons- right in front of you recruiting you? The government made a brilliant move by hiring him for that position.

 

Running in this marathon was tough.  I kept going, though, even when I was tired and sore and it was because of prayer and because I watched people pass me up.  I thought I should/could be just as "good" as them at running.  I was inspired by so many people that day. 

 

I also loved the fact that my family came to support me.  About every 5- or so- miles, my husband, father-in-law and son were there waiting to see me run by.  It was great- it meant so much to me.

 

Overall, this race was a wonderful experience.  It taught me that I must always keep pushing to meet my goals. It also taught me that there will always be others that have to work harder than I do, but still continue to persevere and succeed, despite the odds against them.  I have no excuse to not try hard and do my best.