Well guys, I can now officially say that I am a marathoner! To think that back in January 2009, I was dreading and struggling through my short 5k runs. I should also say that I could not have gotten that far without your support, comments, and blogs – so thank you!!!
Olle and I headed to the airport this past Friday after work. We got a great deal on some flights but had to go through Toronto, so we only arrived in New York around 11:00 and made it to my friend Nadia’s place around midnight. We hadn’t seen each other in a while so we obviously chit chatted until 2:00 am… and had to be up by 8:00 am to leave with her!
Nadia went off to class and Olle and I slowly made our way to the Expo where I had to pick up my race kit (quite an awesome kit if I may say so – and the race shirt looks awesome!).
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And look who I bumped into:
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Two previous contestants from The Biggest Loser! I totally thought it was someone I personally knew until I recognized the dad and then it clicked ;)
We then stopped for brunch at a diner close by and spent the rest of the day wandering around Central Park and the surrounding area.
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After freshening up, we headed out for the pre-race dinner! We had a delicious meal (see below) and had a blast – and then it hit me: “Holy crap. I’m running a marathon tomorrow. A marathon! I’ll still be running it around 2pm… and 3pm…”. So yeah – I was freaking out! Everyone calmed me down and I even managed to get to bed at a reasonable time (10:30?) while Nadia and Olle planned out where they would meet up with me along the race course.
I barely slept that night. I was sleeping but waking every hour… so I was pretty thankful for the time change. Then 5:00 am rolled around and it was time for me to get up. I munched on two pieces of bread we took from the restaurant (we had forgotten to get some) smeared with a bit of PB and half a banana.
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I attempted to get coffee from the Dunkin Donuts next door but it would appear that I was up too early! I got dressed and then it was out the door so I could meet my team at the Park Central Hotel.
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I dropped off my bag of belongings (there was an after-party planned) and managed to find my teammates among the throngs of firefighters/policemen. Then we all packed into some buses and headed for Staten Island! Along the ride I got to know some of my teammates better (all amazing people!) as well as some of the firefighters. It turns out the guy I was sitting next to has been coming to Ottawa with other firefighters for the past few years to play in Hope Volleyball Fest!
We then headed to the FDNY/NYPD zone to wait for our time to go. I grabbed a bite from a stale bagel (bleh) and FINALLY some coffee. I also emptied my bladder about a million times… and then it was time to line up! Nerves were definitely getting to me but excitement was also starting to come through. And look who was in my corral!!
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Yup, someone else from The Biggest Loser! He was there with two other contestants.
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We slowly made our way onto the toll road and then we were off!
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Now I was DEFINITELY getting excited!!! The music, the people, and later the cheering.. woah!
Here are my splits:
Mile 1: ?
Mile 2: ?
Mile 3: 10:20
Mile 4: ?
Mile 5: 10:24
Mile 6: 10:25
Mile 7: ?
Mile 8: 10:24
Mile 9: 10:28
Mile 10: 10:26
Mile 11: 10:26
Mile 12: 10:28
Mile 13: 10:32
Mile 14: 10:33
Mile 15: 10:38
Mile 16: 10:44
Mile 17: 10:46
Mile 18: 10:50
Mile 19: 10:50
Mile 20: 10:57
Mile 21: 11:02
Mile 22: 11:06
Mile 23: ?
Mile 24: 11:17
Mile 25: 11:19
Mile 26: 11:20
Finish: 10:01
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To be honest, it would be hard to describe how each mile felt. As soon as we got started it all became a blur. I was running, but the miles and the time weren’t registering. All I could think was “I’m doing this!” or “This is New York!” and I was more engrossed in the cheering and the views than the running.
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I do remember thinking that the first few miles went by in a flash. I knew Olle would be meeting me at mile 8 (which would usually register as: almost 1.5 hours of running) but this time it seemed to approach extremely fast. Next thing I knew, I was telling my running partner (someone from the FDNY fundraising team, who really kept my pace up!) that Olle was there and I had to go see him!
I then met Olle again at mile 14.5 – which made me barely understand the fact that at that point I had completed over a half-marathon.
After that I started getting extreme cramping in the front of my thigh. I tried to run through it (because I didn’t want Darrin who was running with me to get a bad time) but in the end that probably didn’t help at all…
I think it was around mile 17 that I told Darrin to just go ahead because I needed to walk for slightly longer. I still had to stop a few times throughout to squat down and stretch my thighs.
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I started running alone on bridge #2 I think (or was it 3?) and that’s when I finally started looking at all the facebook messages and emails I had gotten since the race had started. I started getting so emotional that I began hyperventilating! And let me tell you – it’s not easy to run while hyperventilating!
I actually got emotional and teary-eyed quite a lot throughout the rest of the race – whenever I would think of my family and friends and all of the support I received, or when I saw runners meeting their family/friends along the route… and then I would start hyperventilating (crazy!).
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The cheering was phenomenal. It almost made me forget I had been running for hours. Finally, at mile 22 I met up with Olle, my friend Nadia and her friend Katie. It was so good to see them! They gave my aching thighs a bit of extra energy :)
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Every mile after that seemed to take forever (probably because I was running slower) but I just had to keep telling myself “You’ve done 4 (or 3 or 2) mile runs before and they are so short! You’re almost there!”. Yes, there was a lot of talking to myself!
The crowds thickened up again closer to the finish line and it helped carry me through. Finally, I saw the sign that said “400 feet”, and soon after that the countdown began… and then I could see the finish line… and sprinted for it!” (well, as much as my lead legs would allow me).
And then I thought – It’s over. I can stop running now. And happiness overflowed. I couldn’t believe I had done it (I’m getting teary-eyed writing this). I had done something I truly believed I could not do only a few months ago. Only a minute or two after crossing the finish line, I got a call from my mom. I answered and finally let it out – I burst out crying. I just cried on the phone with her for a few minutes and finally was able to share some of the experience with her :)
Once I hung up though, I started feeling absolutely awful and so nauseous… I managed to hold it in but barely. The hour + walk to the exit was one of the worst things I’ve experienced. I felt so hot and nauseous and almost claustrophobic. And then once I made it out – I got lost! I was finally able to meet Olle and my friends at the hotel around 5:30. I barely touched our celebratory dinner but the appetite definitely came back the next day!
I have to say, I’m quite proud with how my body handled this marathon! The knee was a bit sore following it but got 100% after one day; I was able to walk around New York; and 80% of my muscle soreness went away after 3 days. I didn’t even get one blister! IDID get a bruised a toenail though… but it’s my first ever and I’m kind of proud of it ;)
What an experience… I still have more to say about it but will keep it for later :) It has definitely given me the marathon bug (possibly even the ultra bug but we’ll see).
I will never forget this :)
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