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Marathon Pictures: Finally Proof…

Yeaaaa! I have some proof of my marathon!

race photo

not me in the pic

I did a recap last week of the Ocean State Marathon, which I did on the 11th, that told of my utter dismay that I had absolutely NO pictures of the race.

Trying to be noble, or humble, I poo-pooed this little fact, but it really ended up ticking me off. I had NO pictures of what I went through.  My daughter was the one family member that watched the race, and honestly she is too young to take pictures…also I didn’t ask her to, or anyone else for that matter. I didn’t think it was important. But it was. All that training, the hurt, and the effort was all stuck in my head and I wanted to re-live it by looking at the pictures.

And then I got them (Halllah!), thanks to the event people who give free pics to race entrants. Now I have lots of memories…of the pain. The determination.  The effort. You won’t see me thumb-upping or high-fiving the photo-guy, but I distinctly remember being grateful and happy to be running my race. The one that I trained for, and wanted to finish…even if it was slow. I have proof. To myself, that it was real. These photos are so good for me.

Of course, there are some that are not so good…And  I choose not to put on Facebook, but I am sharing with you. Because I love you. And because you love me. Because I make you laugh and feel good about yourself, especially when I post this:


What the H-ll is this?! My leg. I know it’s my leg, but it’s like all the sun just made it a legit raisin. It’s my raisin-leg. It’s like all the veins are revolting against this running thing! Gross and scary! I far prefer this:


I like that you can see the pain in my face, the determination.  I don’t wear earbuds, so I was probably in my meditative-mode-mantra-making in lots of these. But the craycray-leg pic is actually my favorite…it makes me laugh. It’s like a great ad for moisturizer…or sunscreen. Oy-freakin-vey. Too funny. That craycray-leg ran 26.2 miles. Not too shabby. And now I have proof.

I am linking up today with the #WildWorkoutWednesday Gals~


Ocean State Marathon Recap

So my runner friends…have you ever done a race and come away with literally NO pictures?!

I have. Well except this one:

PreMarathon Sunrise

PreMarathon Sunrise

Kind of a let-down. I I am not even running yet.  Or with a bib# yet. It’s a bummer not only because I have this great blog, and I want to share my pics of what was an absolutely gorgeous day, and show you lots of interesting terrain, but also because I want proof!

I want proof that I did this! 26.2 is no joke. I am still debating on whether to do it again though! Crazy. I liken it to giving birth: You forget the pain. And then you do it again. Some people are so crazed and forgetful that they do it a third time or like the people on TV…21 or so times!

Well, racing is a bit like this. I think you train for so long, waiting for the big day, and it is amazing in all it’s pain and glory, but at the end of it all…you sort of say, “never again,” or after 2 days of recovery say, “maybe again.”  And then finally, you say, “When should I do my next one?”

I know it sounds crazy, and I was hurting so badly. My mind says, “never again,” but my heart is full of “when are we doing that again?” Crazy.  Totally and truly.  Runners are crazy.


The race field itself was really small- like 500 runners, I think.  This was the race that split off from the Newport Marathon in a contentious and weird bidding-war with race event people.  That sort of drama is not for me…plus, I did the Newport last year, and I wanted a new race so that I didn’t anticipate any of the course and also so I could enjoy Narragansett-  Which was sosososo different than what I expected.

There were way more little ups and downs, and hilly parts than I thought for sure.  We went on some nice back roads and places that I have never been, which was interesting for me, and also beautiful to see. A frequent Rhody person, and I didn’t even know some of the race course places, so I know it was off the regular beaten path, and fun to sort of see in that way and feel like I was exploring it a bit.  Here’s a breakdown to the overall run:


Mile 12:  I broke away from my 4:30 pace group, which I had started with, because it was feeling a bit like that scene in Forrest Gump, where all the runners are just following Forrest…and I wanted to Run My Own Race, …so I went faster and my time was on course for a 4:10.  Feeling excited.

Mile 15: My hip acted up. I stopped and stretched it a bit.

Mile 17:  I lengthened my stride on an uphill to try to stretch out the hip.

Mile 18: I was hurt. As in heart-in-my-throat-effing-hip-hurt. My butt/hip pain was radiating to my leg, down my leg and making my foot numb.  Lots of positive mantra-ing and trying to work through this. I was seriously in trouble. My 4:30 people passed me and I started to cry.  And was mad. Mad that I didn’t have any Advil (my shorts didn’t have a pocket, the effers, and I decided I couldn’t stow any Advil in my bra…), and mad that I had tried to push it instead of go with the pacers.

Mile 20: Saw my daughter and our friends, who also didn’t have Advil, but they cheered me on, and it was such good timing. Crying isn’t good for your overall race, just so you know.

Mile 21: Saw another friend, and he lives in Narragansett…so GOT ME ADVIL by Mile 22!!!

Mile 23-24: Waiting for the Advil to kick in, and…

Miles 23-26.2: This wonderful friend ran WITH ME! He had already done the 1/2 marathon, and just running with me until the Advil kicked in was a huge distraction from the pain.  When mile 24 kicked by, the Advil kicked in, and I was at a race-pace. Like, flying by lots of in-pain people pace.  I finished at 4:47.

If only I could have had Advil with me in my shorts from the start….If only I didn’t get sick the week before the race…If only my husband could have been there….If only I had kept up with the hip-exercises…If only I had stayed with the pacers… I may have avoided this whole pain-thing….which is why I may want to do it again. Crazy. I know. But the “if only“…takes a hold, pretty strongly, and it has me right now, wanting to improve over this time.  My sweet spot is truly the 12 mile mark, so I may have to resolve for my body’s sake, to stick with this for a bit. After last year’s marathon in October, I didn’t run at all until a Turkey-Trot in November. I don’t feel like that, this time. I want to run still and don’t feel the burn-out that I had, even last week! It’s a testament to the crazy, that is running I guess, but as long as it’s fun, and I am able to do it… Well. We shall see.

By the way, if you are interested in ever doing this race, the post race sum-up:  no beer at the end of this race (Booo) but there was Del’s Lemonade and fruit, and chowder (sorry, but kind of a post-race no-no, I think), and rice with chicken (weird, but good).

My cotton (Dear Race Directors: Thank you for cotton! I love this t-shirt!!!) race shirt and medal:

october marathon

I may get some more pics from the event picture people, but I will let you in on those soon, if so. You know I will want to share pics of me-actually-running!  For now, I am linking up with other crazy runners at Tuesdays on the Run.

Goal Accomplished: Running a Marathon!

running a marathon!I

After months of training, and lots of stress about, “can I do this?”, “why am I doing this?”, or “is this stupid?,” I have accomplished a long-standing goal of mine: to run a marathon.

Did I answer my questions? Yes! I CAN do this, I am fulfilling a dream, and this is stupid…but SO worth it, and not really stupid when you look at the broader picture of the former two answers.  I think it is important to set goals for yourself, not only to give yourself something to work toward and to give you a sense of purpose and challenge in your life, but also in the accomplishing of the task, to give you fulfillment.  I enjoy the journey, the ride, but the finish is the sweet ending to this story…as miles 18-24 brought a keen awareness of my lack of physical strength, but also a sense of my very good emotional, mental strength.  I am way strong people.  I can take it.  Mentally, I am nails, and my body is the jello!

reaching the end of marathon

The end, was a welcome boost to my diminishing resolve. But then, I could really sense that this was almost over, and I didn’t want to leave any energy in me to spare.  So I booked the last 2 1/2 miles to finish strong – and happy.


And then, because we had the kids at my in-laws, I got a date with my MoonDog.

date post marathon

Awesome selfie, huh? You can tell we don’t get out much!

Reflecting on my mindset over the race has been pretty interesting.  I can laugh about it a bit, but it really was mind-blowing for me.  The bell-curve of emotions and physicality of it are a metaphor for life: Easy at the start, and I was very thankful for the opportunity to do this…as thing got more challenging, I was nervous, my faith waning…then as things got really bad, when even the mantras and positive self-talk didn’t help, I was cursing the existence and idea of the marathon…then nearing the end, and sensing a relief, my positive outlook came back in spades with a new-found resolve and faith to carry me through until the finish.  Hmmm.  See what I mean?

Other than the deep-thoughts that 4 1/2 hours of running (without people to talk to or listening to music) will give you, it also gave me a bad knee (but not a broken one!) and an inability to walk today, the day after! HAHA to me! Serves me right! Once I start walking again, this is going to be great! Right?  We shall see.  What is next? This also, we shall see. Stay tuned!