Say hello to my favorite finisher medal!
Marathon number four is complete! I’m happy that I didn’t have any injury paranoia, didn’t have to wear any kttape, and my legs felt as good as they can through 26.2 miles. I’m happy that I finished within my expectations and even snagged a 5 minute PR. I’m just happy that it’s over and done with!
Some thoughts I had as I struggled through the middle miles…
I wondered if I just don’t enjoy distance running anymore. When I first started it was new and exciting. Last year I was coming back from a long timeout from an injury and I was grateful just to be out there. This year, meh, I don’t have the mojo for it. As I was walking through mile 16 I asked myself, “Why are you walking? Does anything hurt? Are you tired? Is it hot? No? None of the above? You just don’t feel like running, oh, okay”
26.2 miles is a long way to feel anything. Whether it’s frustration, excitement, rejection, adrenaline, misery, cold, hot, a blister… it’s just a long ass time to feel that way when you’re out there on your own. This distance is not for the weak minded.
While I struggled through training, and through this marathon, I still have the drive to finish what I started. Two months ago I knew this training was not going well, instead of wimping out on the marathon to do the half the distance instead, I finished the training I started. At mile 12 yesterday when I started to think the marathon was pointless, I remembered the cheesy finisher medal that I wanted, and chased after it for another 14.2 miles.
When I signed up for this marathon I called it my “last-chance” marathon, meaning that if I didn’t come away from it feeling good about it, I would just stop. Considering my lackluster training, I’m satisfied with it, and proud of finishing what I started. If I can grab a 5 minute PR every year until I reach what I think is my potential, then the Wisconsin Marathon will not be my last marathon.