I completed my second marathon with a time of 3:47:19 and honestly for the first time in my racing life, I was not overly concerned that I did not meet my goal time.
As running goes, run long enough and you will likely suffer an injury. If you have not yet then kiss that rabbits foot in your pocket because for the rest of us, injuries are the rule not the exception.
I suffered a hip injury on July 22, came down with Achilles tendinitis after an 18 mile run on August 19, and then of all the things, got a stupid cold on September 16.
Reaching the finish line of Detroit had been in doubt ever since.
The only thing that kept me going during those uncertain times was that I knew I would be heart broken if I was not in that starting corral Sunday morning. So I modified, re-modified, re-re-modified, re-re-re-modified my training plan until finally it was October 1 and do or die time.
Thankfully, I was able to work my way up to running five days a week with long runs of 12 miles three weeks out, 15 miles two weeks out, and finally a 16.5 mile long run a week before the event. That was it. Those were my longest runs since that fateful 18 mile run on August 19.
So that is what I took to the starting line Sunday morning, which would explain all the mental demons and self doubt I had the entire race until around mile 15 when I finally thought to myself, hey I might have a chance to finish this thing.
I faded rapidly the last three miles and basically just hung on for dear life. When I finally made the turn at mile 26, it seemed as if an eternity passed before I crossed the finish. But I did, and for this marathon, that is all that matters.
Non-runners may wonder why we put ourselves through such agony, but it is the feeling of elation and the great sense of accomplishment afterwards that makes it all worth it!
The Ambassador Bridge and tunnel were challenging but not overly so. Running around Belle Isle was cool, as was running through the otherwise busy streets of Downtown Detroit.
No it is not New York or Chicago, but it is a pretty fine event in its own right.
If you have designs on running a marathon I say go for it, get out there and find your running self.
After a year and a half of running, I have found mine. For me, the 5k is the girl I want to take home to meet my parents. I love everything about the distance and can train for it without altering my natural running schedule.
I do love distance running and the autonomy and peace that comes with running an hour or two with just my thoughts but from here on out, I will most likely only run one marathon a year in the fall when the temps are generally cool. I tried a summer marathon and I do not like the heat that comes with that.
For others, maybe you do not want to run a marathon or a half marathon. Maybe you are a trail runner or an ultra runner. Maybe the 10k is your distance or the mile, hey that’s cool. You do not need a reason to want to run, or not run a given distance.
If however, you can run 1 mile you can run 100 miles, it is just a matter of if you want to run 100 miles. In any event, with the proper training you can do anything!
The point is you will not know until you try.
Despite parking only a half mile from the finish line, it took me twenty seven minutes afterwards to waddle to my car! It was a painful walk indeed, but is was the best hurt ever. The absolute best!
I am a dreamer and my motto is dream big – dream often, for it is our dreams that gives us purpose.
Without them, I may have never made it across that finish line Sunday.
But I did, and now after weeks of uncertainty I can finally say, I freaking ran Detroit!