I now care little about my weight (though I’ve lost a bunch), I am the happiest I’ve ever been, and on Sunday, I learned that I can run 26.2 miles without walking a single step. And apparently I can smile the entire time.
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This one was never mine to keep.
A marathon is one of the last great sports mixers. Here in the same event, you will find brilliant world-class racers who can run sub-five-minute miles. Elite women. Wheelchair athletes cornering with the touch of Formula One drivers. Talented amateurs hoping to run a sub-three-hour. The respectable four-hour crowd.
Then there is everyone else, running the exact same course, past the same crowd.
You have to hang around for the Finishers, but they’re worth it. If you stand on any avenue you can see Finishers having moments during the race with family and friends—struggling bodies energizing at the sight of recognizable faces and handwritten signs. The Finisher hobbles over—a mom, a dad, a pal. There’s a quick, jubilant group hug, and high-fives all around. Nobody’s watching the clock. Nobody cares that mom or dad smells like gym socks. You can’t help but be moved. It’s like watching 50 long-distance telephone commercials in a row.
They still have miles to run. But Finishers make New York.
In case anyone is wondering what running a marathon is like between miles 16 and the finish, here’s some insight. Most likely atypical, because I’m a bit of a freak.
This video contains:
- two boroughs
- 10.2 miles
- a lot of smiles and WOO!s
- a list of things I love
- karaoke at mile 21ish
- COW BELL
- a marathoner
I think I brought WE SO EXCITED to new levels.
Brenna - I played around with a couple of different good luck messages for you (waaaayyyyy too much free time on my hands). In the end I couldn’t decide, so you get them all. Good Luck tomorrow!!!! I know you will do awesome!!!
There are no words.
Saw this right before I headed out the door before the marathon.
So many LAWLZ.
Taxi Driver: So do you live here (New Orleans)?
Me: Yeah, I was just up in NY visiting family.
TD: Why were you visiting family now? It’s not Thanksgiving yet…
Me: Well, my sister ran the NYC Marathon this weekend, so I wanted to be there!
TD: Oh… So what place did she come in?
Me: Oh, I don’t know, but her time was 5:18!
TD: How long was the marathon?
Me: A marathon is 26.2 miles.
TD: So you’re telling ME that it take 5 hours to run 26.2 miles?
Me: Well everybody runs it at a different pace, but it’s quite common to come in around 5 hours! The fastest runner was 2 hours and 5 minutes, so fast!
TD: Okay, well look. The bridge across Lake Pontchartrain is 27.5 miles, I think I could run that in an hour. It doesn’t seem that far.
(She is a 50 something year old, overweight woman that smokes.)
Me: Ummm, well the FASTEST runners in the world do it in about 2 hours. 1 hour would be ridiculously fast!
TD: Well they aren’t running then! Maybe they were trotting or something? I could run it in an hour tops. (DEAD SERIOUS)
Me: But it takes about 40 minutes to drive across…
TD: I go over in 15 minutes, maybe 10. I go 90 mph on the bridge.
So BASICALLY this woman can run 22.5 mph and not take any breaks. WATCH OUT, MUTAI.
I actually ran it in about an hour, I just didn’t want to make everyone feel badly about themselves.
Brenna heading up the final stretch as a total WINNER!!
Shoo hang on. Maybe this is my new favorite picture. DUDES. This is how Brenna ran THE. WHOLE. TIME.
This is true. Around mile 23 I started to get a little bit of a headache from screaming/WOO!-ing so much, so I had to tone it down a bit.
I think I screamed louder than half the spectators for about 90% of the course. And I often yelled at them to use MOAR COW BELL.
The other 10% were bridges.