I did it! I finished it. I have the medal, the t-shirt and the inability to move without a wince and a wobble to prove it. There will be pictures and the ones of me crossing the finish line will likely be the ones of me crying. It was overwhelming.
This was a long time personal goal and I got to achieve it by running to raise money for clean water projects in Africa.
The training has left me with more life lessons/ sermon illustrations than I ever thought possible. It is amazing what the process and pain will teach you. I’ll include those in near future blog posts.
I cried crossing that finish line. I would have cried a lot sooner but I learned something about my body. When I am pushing every limit, it’s best not to do too many things at one time. While I wanted to cry, my body let me know I had two options other than moving me feet. They were simple. You can cry or you can breathe but not both at the same time. There were little moments a long the way that people showed up and I dare call them angels in running shoes. At that moment, a man was running the opposite direction, saw my face and immediately told me to put my arms over my head to catch my breath. If he hadn’t, panic would have set in. Breathing immediately returned to normal and off I went. I ran a good 12 of the last 14 miles at the same pace with an older man named Alam. After 2 miles of ridiculous hills and that guy still nearby, I introduced myself. God bless the seemingly random moments. I saw his family cheering him on at a few different points along the way. Community support was amazing. That folks, was pretty cool.
My dear, very pregnant friend Katie volunteered for the race (since running it herself was not an option). We got the crying hug we knew was coming at the finish line.
Our friends and kids and serving pastors Erica and Michael saw me before I hit the first mile marker. That meant a lot. I wanted to cry then but knew that was precious energy I didn’t have to spare.
Tamara and Tony met me at the half/full split with smiles and cheering.
Paige and Josh saw me at mile 26 with about 200 meters to go. They cheered me on, I cheered back with a loud “this sucks so bad”. Thanks for not judging me for that one guys. Josh had finished before me and surely understood the sentiment.
Meg fought the crowd and found me at the finish line too.
I am blessed 🙂 My husband was preaching that morning. I woke him up at 5am cause I wasn’t walking out that door without him praying for me.
There were actual block parties along the way. If you live along the route, you are kinda stuck so you may as well embrace it. The signs were priceless, the encouragement was awesome…and the guy who played Rocky theme music at 4 different places along the route made me happy.
Mile 22 was where the pain kicked in full force with 4 miles to go and what didn’t hurt during training took it’s turn to scream at me. Nothing beat crossing that finish line.
I am grateful for every dollar raised, the prayers, love, support and encouragement.
Yes, I will do another one…but for now, it’s time to recover.