Around mile 13
Up until I crossed the finish line at Boston last April, this day in Phoenix was the greatest day. Well, maybe a few things rank ahead but it was an amazing day to say the least. When I had a mile to go, I knew I was going to BQ as long as I didn't trip & fall or decide to walk the rest of the way. For those of you who aren't runners, you might not understand this, but that feeling as I crossed the finish line, exhausted, spent, and dehydrated after running my heart out for 26.2 miles was simply incredible. One of the best parts was knowing I had accomplished this on my own. I trained by myself and I did not have anyone pacing me during the marathon. In fact, I only had one person cheering for me on the course, my brother's girlfriend, who I saw at mile 13 and again around 25.5. My brother was there at the finish as he had already finished the marathon in 3:09.
Jeff & I afterwards
“It begins 30 minutes from the finish line. You find yourself chastising yourself for this foolishness, and promising yourself if you just finish you will never put yourself through such self-imposed torture again. Within 30 minutes after you complete the race, you have experienced the relief and recovery. Then you forget about all the pain and begin planning for your next marathon.”
93 days till Boston!