Everyone walked together to the starting area and found their starting corral. Sarah, my mentor Amy, and I started together. Mom and Dad met up with us and took pictures and wished us luck. They were there to send me off from the starting line. I was surprisingly calm. I was just cold and hoping we would start soon so I could warm up.
We finally started and Sarah, Amy and I took off together. The first half of the race was incredible. We saw all the major sights. Fisherman's Warf, Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, and many scenic views. This also meant that the first half was incredibly hilly. Mile 6 was a mile long hill. But the good thing for me is that uphills are my strong point. It is easier for me to push myself on an uphill then a straight away.
There were many cheer zones and powersong points along the first half. The powersong points were points that Nike played a given song over and over and that was the powersong. It really pumped us up. It is truly amazing how the cheer zones and powersong points are so influential on how you feel.
Right before mile 10 we had to go to the bathroom, so there was this little line of trees that we hopped behind for a second and then hit the road again. about mile 11 Mom and Dad were there to cheer me on. It was really great to see them. This is where the half and the full split from each other. So Sarah, Amy, and I went off toward Golden Gate Park. At mile 14 I was still feeling really good and I was excited that I was over halfway done. I felt so amazing for the first half of the race. I am really proud of my first half.
But then mile 16 hit and I hit my first wall. Fortunately it was a small one. I rubbed some bio-freeze on my knees and hips and kept going. I saw Mom and Dad again some where between 16 and 18 and it pumped me up for the hardest part of the run. At mile 18 I hit my second small wall. Sarah was feeling great and I was slowing down. I told her to go ahead because I wanted her to run her race her way and I didn't want to hold anyone back. Amy was having more trouble then me and she was falling behind. So Amy found another team member and stuck with her since they were more compatible and then I was on my own.
I was fine until mile 20. Here is the thing. The second half of the race is through the park and then around this lake that is about 5 miles around. So from miles 18 -23 it is this lake that you can barely see through the trees on one side of you and crap highway on the other side of you. There are no cheer zones and there are no powersong points. There are a few people scattered that are cheering for you, but that is it. It sucks. To top it all off, it had started drizzling around mile 13, but at this point it is really raining. And mile 20 was my great wall of China. I hit hard.
Something inside of me snapped. I was exhausted and I lost control. I had to use everything in my power to keep myself from crying. It was the hardest mental struggle I have ever been through. If you are crying, you can't breathe, and if you can't breathe, then you can't run. And I was determined to keep running. I was an emotional mess. I was upset and that became anger, and eventually it turned into pure determination. But I will get to that in a moment.
At mile 23, a coach from another Team in Training started running beside me. She asked me if I was doing alright. I told her I was, but she continued to run with me in silence. I guess I looked like I wasn't doing so well. Then I saw coach Jenn and waved at her and she took the place of the other coach. She asked how I was doing and when I told her how I was feeling she said it was totally normal and not to give up because I had less then 3 miles left and I am a marathon finisher. She told me I didn't look so good and made sure I really was okay and then went off to make sure everyone else was doing alright. I felt a little better after that but I still desperately wanted to be done.
Then slightly after mile 24 the 5:30 pacer girl started to pass me and something else inside of me just snapped and I said in my head, "Oh, fuck no. No no no. You will not fucking beat me." And I started running. Like full on running. I ran all the way to the finish line in the pouring rain and finished strong. Mom, Dad, and Aunt Lauren were there cheering me on as I passed the finish line and that meant so much to me.
I got my Tiffany's finisher's necklace, my finisher's t-shirt and went back to the hotel where I took a very hot shower and relaxed until dinner time. Even though I didn't have the emotional capacity or brain power to be proud of myself after the race, I am very proud now. I am a marathon finisher! And I plan to do it again next year. But I am going to stay home and do the one here. Maybe you can be there to cheer me on! Thank you to everyone who has been following and has supported me. It has meant a lot to me and I appreciate it.