I will be sitting in my hotel room celebrating the fact that I can now call myself a marathoner. Holy hell. It almost seems unreal. I have seemed to fully embrace this thing called "taper" and have been so busy chasing monkeys and taking pictures, I feel like this weekend has flown by.
I will say this...I went to Chicago this weekend to spectate and cheer for Tara from running on the go and Timmis...and my eyes were opened to a whole new world. I think bullet point style may work best, so here goes:)
~ people. a ton of people. like can't move people.
~ mile 4. missed Tara but cheered for Timmis and a few thousand others as they run by. I will write my name on my shirt new week.
~Skirted to mile 11 and cheered some more. Rang amazing cow bell until I'm certain I will have some sort of "cowbellitis of the elbow" tomorrow.
~Finally spot Tara! Way to to T!
~Ride on the subway for my first time ever. Way to crowded for my liking.
~Hit up mile 22 to hang with Jenny from Red Head Running to cheer some more.
~By this time...it's hot. I mean, REALLY HOT! It's at this point where I see/gain a new respect for "puke and rally"...and it has nothing to do with alcohol consumption.
~Bleeding, cramping, tears...the entire spectrum. I'm not gonna lie, it kind of had me freaking out.
~Did I mention we (should I say Nicole) spotted Dean Karnazes the Ultramarathon Man...Morgan summed it up best when she said we all instantly turned into giddy school girls. He actually "talked" to us as he ran by and said thanks for spectating. Sweetness!
Shortly after, Nicole and I jumped on the train to head home after a yummy dinner with an old high school friend.
Ok. So in the midst of my mental freakout of, "what in the world did I just get myself into??" I had a heart to heart with Nic. Here's how I've decided to mentally attack next Sunday.
I really felt that my 18 miler was one of the most amazing runs of my life. I felt on cloud 9...I ran a steady pace, I wasn't sick, didn't cramp. Let me remind you that this is also the run that my mom rode her bike with me and we had some amazing conversation. I love her and wish nothing more than she could travel with me because seeing her would make my race all the better. I know this is not possible. So...I'm taking a piece of rope on tying it on my shoe. And then.
When I am at the end of my rope, I'm going to tie a knot and hang on. I'm going to hang onto that conversation I had with her that day. I'm going to hang on to how I felt while I was running that day. I'm going to hang on to all the sweat and tears I've put into training the past 15 weeks. I'm going to hang on to the belief that I CAN DO IT! I'm going to hang onto the video of Ben and all that he's accomplished in the past year with running. (That has been some serious motivation for me:) I'm going to push through and hang on...that's my plan.
It's time to tighten my pigtails and man up. I've done all that I can possibly do to ensure that I will finish this race. Now I just need to show up. Game on for race day folks.
Congrats to all of the amazing racers out there today who went through hell and back in this crazy heat! I will hang onto the motivation from today for next week! Thank you for that!! You guys are all AMAZING!!!
Leaving you with a bored picture of Nic and I on the train ride home...if only I would have gotten the fishbowl one. HA!