So, I left you hanging on that last post! Here’s the rest 🙂
We set our alarms somewhat early (I think around 5am?), we ate breakfast (I had a banana and some toast, then we set out for the corrals.
My mom and I have always made sure to express our expectations about what we want to accomplish in each race, and we always communicate to each other if we need extra support. We have always said that race day is a day to run our own race—we don’t stick together. We always like to see what we’re each completely capable of, individually.
So, that’s just what we did for our first marathon.
The corrals at the OKC Memorial Marathon aren’t my favorite—I’m not even going to lie. I really wish we were sent in waves like the Route 66 Marathon in Tulsa… that type of start just seems so much more organized and stress-free.
Once I crossed the start line, I was off! Here’s the breakdown:
I tried to find a pace group, but couldn’t find a single one… so that plan went out the window very fast.
These miles went by fairly fast. I didn’t really check my watch, though. We started in downtown OKC and made our way on the other side of the city. I started getting a little warm, so I tossed my jacket and my gloves.
All that I can remember about these miles is that my pace was where I wanted it (mid 9s-10s). I also ran into a girl that was just a tiny bit taller than I am (I’m almost 6 feet tall), so I thought that was neat. It was also her first marathon! I believe her name was Juliet. She was incredibly nice, so we chatted and stuck together as much as we could.
This is where the half marathon splits from the full marathon. It was kind of cool to go right, instead of straight, for the full marathon. I noticed that the crowd really thinned out here. This is when I realized that not many people do marathons. I also started to get a little cold, so I regretted throwing away those gloves at this point.
This was approaching the halfway point. I honestly didn’t really think about mileage up until this point. When I hit mile 13, I thought—how cool! But, again, didn’t allow myself to think about what that really meant.
So, this mile led me to Lake Hefner. There was a tiny stretch that made us go north, before turning back south, to head back to OKC. I knew, going north, that going south was going to be terrible. I was right. Juliet and I ended up running different paces, so we parted ways.
I like to call these miles my blackout miles. I was fighting rain, wind, and cold weather at this point in the race. It wasn’t fun, and I legitimately thought I was going to pass out due to these conditions (I couldn’t see) and not finish my first marathon. I threw out any time goals I had at this point and just really aimed to finish.
I was heading back to OKC. I kept hearing everyone talk about “the wall” at mile 20. Mentally, and physically, I prepared myself for this… the best I could. I also had some gum that was supposed to help… which, I’m not sure it really did…
Nothing. I thought I was in the clear, other than having to run up a steep bridge.
This is where I hit the wall… right around mile 23. I was running south on Classen, and the wind/rain was just blasting my face. I saw my dad around mile 23 and asked him if I could do it, while I was crying. He looked at me and just say, “FINISH!!! GO!!!” So, I did.
If you’re part of the OKC Memorial Run planning committee—please take note. Mile 24 is just plain torture. You can almost see the turn to the finish line, but then you have to cut back north through another neighborhood before turning east again, and then south. It was such a mind game. That is all.
As I was about to turn on the south stretch that took me to the finish line, I saw Kenneth (my husband) on the corner. I asked him if I could do it, and he said the same thing my dad basically said. Then, I asked him to run it with me, but he said he didn’t want to be a race bandit (LOL).
He doesn’t read these blogs, but if he ever does, I want him to know that him being at that corner truly meant the world to me—it will be something I’ll cherish and remember forever.
Yes, you read that right… 26 point freaking 49. I guess I got lost somewhere? I don’t even know. The point is, I finished the marathon! I didn’t have anything left in me at the finish line… no extra sprint energy left.
I finished my first marathon in 4 hours and 35 minutes. Not too bad, if you ask me! Especially considering the circumstances.
I’m posting this blog post a little over a month post-marathon. It’s not that I’m not excited about being a marathon finisher—I’m actually thrilled! Not many people will ever finish a marathon in their lifetime. It’s truly an accomplishment.
And, in all honesty, I sometimes don’t think my life is truly interesting enough to blog about every day. I know of a very inspiring runner that does this, but I just don’t have that much to talk about! Lol…
So, thank you for bearing with me in this really random time of my life. I think I’ll feel more normal once marathon training resumes mid-July.
Until then, I plan to log miles when I want to log them, and blog when I want to blog–which will definitely be more often than just once a month. 🙂