Some of you are probably wondering if I’m dead because I haven’t blogged about the marathon yet. Yes, I survived! I ran 26.2 grueling miles in the Chevron Houston Marathon on Sunday. And grueling is really the most appropriate word. I did enjoy the first 16 miles or so, but especially by Mile 20, I was hurting. Running that long on pavement is not good news for your news, and mine were hurting.
Along the route, I had several marathon heroes:
Kyle, who cheered for me from start to finish.
Annie and Kelly, who got pink balloons and made a side that said, “You can do anything ‘cuz you rock!” Unfortunately, the balloons flew away into balloon heaven before I ran past them at Mile 17.
Coach Melissa, who ran with me from Mile 21-24. I was really hurting at that point, but she gave me tons of good advice and made sure I didn’t start walking!
Gladis, who cheered for me at Mile 25 even though I couldn’t hear her because I was jammin’ to my iPod.
As grueling as it was, the adrenaline rush I experienced for the last mile was great. For the last half-mile, you can see the huge inflatable finish line near the George R. Brown Convention Center, and the crowd gets progressively thicker. It’s such a great feeling to run through that crowd and feel the glory!
Thanks to everyone for your support and prayers!