Monumentallysatisfying. Emotionally charged. Exhausting. Full of musical interludes. Proud.
All words to describe the last 24 hours. The race was flat, there were 800 participants in the full marathon. 1800 in the half.
As we queued for the first wave to be started for the full, it began raining. Drizzling really. I was worried only about my daughters Ipod which I borrowed for the race, but it was a fantastic and warm morning for a run. I had a pace bunny for 3:30:00. He was helpful for the first 4 km, but as we kept going, I felt that the pace, at exactly 5 minutes was too slow for how I trained. My training was also very hilly comparatively, so I felt this would be to my advantage. My best time was between 1:07:00 and 109:00 for the first 14 km. I hit that mark pretty much dead on.
My pace remained at 4:45 per km approximately. Toughest part was the last 5 km. I didnt know it could be that intense to want to just end it. THE WALL! People who were ahead of me were stopping to walk. But I was not going to let my body tell me what to do. Legs were dead, but my spirit was engaged! I took a total of about 5 GUs!
The last three km were intense, slowing down to as slow as 5:20 for km 39.
It is amazing what the last 150 meters of the finish line do to me! I just picked everything up and practically sprinted! I knew that was a bit more than my bod could handle when I dry heaved after stopping.
Songs that got me through the tough times...
Michael jackson :
- Wanna be startin somethin
- DontLet Your Feet Touch Ground
- Sometimes You Cant Make It On Your Own
- Walk On
- God of Thsi City
- My Deliverer
- Your Grace Is Enough
- SPring Is Coming
- Beauty Will Rise
- I will Trust You
My Time For Finishing: 3:27:57
|Me N the Kiddies, Marathon, 75 bucks, for everything else, there is mastercard (as my youngest is advertizing)|
|My bud Jer|
|Im on a huge inflatable shoe.|
One last note. I found out my friends lost their daughter to meningitis the morning of the race, so it was emotional at times as I had time to think about little Grace who fought so hard, and the family who loved her into the Kingdom of God to Jesus' arms. Rest well. I am heartbroken for a family who life seems to have thrown a devastating blow to. Praying for you guys. I thought of my father who LOVED children and how he was probably there welcoming her to the throne room and scooping her up whenever he got a chance.