Friday night, Jay and I celebrated our 2-year anniversary. I also spent a few hours perfecting my signs…… Think of it as “adult-coloring”.
On Saturday, Jay and I got up at the crack of dawn to head north to Duluth to spectate Grandma’s Marathon.
The drive up was really nice. We talked about race and running plans, healthy-living, and basically…. how awesome our signs were.
And they were.
We ran into heavy traffic heading into Duluth (some nasty road construction), but made it north of town to the Mile 12 marker. There was a side-street with no parking… but $5 to a church parking lot, and a broken pair of sunglasses later, we were parked and headed to spectate. As we were hammering in the posts – the ground was VERY unforgiving – the elite marathoners headed past. Thankfully, we got the signs up JUST in time!!
I reveal to you…..
“Call Me, Maybe?” – Marathon-style:
We had SO MUCH FUN spectating this race! In stark comparison from the Minneapolis Marathon/River Troll incident, the streets were LINED with people, ALL cheering, yelling, ringing cowbells, and causing lots of ruckus for the runners.
It was…. amazing.
I loved it 11/10.
Jay and I saw Kat quickly approaching and I jumped in with her. I’ve never ran a race to help support someone before, and it was AMAZING! Within 15.3 seconds, I was sprinting, my heart rate jumping from 80 to 16o bpm. I ran along side her and asked her how it was going. I wasn’t prepared for her answer…. “horrible! awful! my feet hurt and it’s SO BAD!” I scrambled for the right words to say…. “uhh… uh…. (mumbling some story about a friend’s sister who ran the Madison Marathon….) ummm… you’re half-way there!”
As we ran, the trees opened up and Lake Superior was RIGHT IN OUR FACES. It was incredible! I asked her if she could do another half? I told her she was strong and tough, she was a Clydesdale, powering forward. I told her to keep moving and to enjoy the experience. I sent her on her way, worried I hadn’t said enough or done enough.
A few minutes later, I saw Angie powering through. She looked GREAT! I got in and ran with her, and she was tearful – SO happy and SO excited to be running her first marathon. I told her I was proud of her and all she had accomplished. She said her pace was faster than anticipated but she felt WONDERFUL – despite having run 12 miles. I got choked up running with her (seeing her cry made me cry!), and told her I’d see her at the finish.
Jay and I packed up and drove back into Duluth. The traffic was awful, and when we were stopped along Highway 61, my phone rang….
It was Kat.
“I know you’re thinking, should I be running right now? The answer is ‘yes’. But I’m NOT running. I’m walking. I have been walking. I’m only at Mile 15 and I think I’m done. Oh wait – a girl just walked by with a space-blanket. I NEED ONE OF THOSE. Gotta go, will keep you posted.”
As heartbreaking as it was to receive a call from her, I was surprised how OK she sounded. Not like I suspected someone who was having a physical break-down to sound. She joked about the beer and the deer. She told me she COULD walk and finish but she might not. Either way, I told her, I was proud of her for giving it 100%.
Sidebar: I hope you know I don’t say “110%.” IT’S NOT POSSIBLE. [end:rant]
Unfortunately, I missed Carrisa and Phil at the finish. I also didn’t get a chance to see Kelly. But if you have a few minutes, click over and read their recap(s) – SUCH AMAZING RUNNERS, and I am so proud to know them!
I also had a nice tweet from Nixie – a runner from Madison who is aiming to run 50 marathons in 50 states! She saw my signs, and loved them.
Spectating Grandma’s Marathon was a blast. Congrats to everyone who ran, or attempted to run…. You’re all a little bit “crazy”.
Someday, I hope to join the ranks of the Marathon Finishers…. but today, I’ll happily make sign(s), cheer from the sidelines, and plan my goals for what it will take to help me get across that finish line, too.
What’s the best race sign you’ve ever seen?