A race recap!
This was the largest race I’ve been in to date. There were over 18,000 runners participating. Wowza.
There were fifteen different corrals and each corral was based on your pace. My girl and I started way back in corral twelve while the guys were way up in corral five. Right at eight o’clock the elites started. After the elites left, we would move up every few minutes as they released another corral. It took us a little over twenty minutes to make our way to the start line.
Ever since our nine mile training run, we had been doing the Galloway method. We would run three minutes and walk one minute. I figured out a way to set intervals on my Garmin and it worked great.
Before the race started, I thought I got my Garmin all set up and ready to go. As we crossed the start line, I pressed start on my Garmin, but when we passed the three minute mark and it didn’t beep telling us to walk for a minute I knew I had screwed up somehow. Sweeeeeet. #not
For the rest of the race, I was constantly calculating when we needed to run next and when our next walk break would be. It certainly kept my mind busy and focused. ::snort::
Around mile three, we ran down part of Beale Street. There were a lot of people out cheering and music was playing. I think that’s where we saw Elvis.
In between miles four and five, we ran through the St. Jude campus. Oh. My. Word. So many children, parents, and supporters were out there screaming their hearts out. I could feel my throat thickening up. Aside from the finish, that was the most emotional part of the race.
I enjoyed the course. It had rolling hills, which I kind of prefer.
Right after we reached mile marker eleven, I looked at my girl and said, “You’ve just run farther than you’ve ever run before!”
She was tired. I was tired. It felt like the walking segments were getting shorter and the running segments were getting longer.
Around mile twelve, I asked her how she was doing and she said, “I’m hurting . . . . but, I’m going to do this.”
As we neared the mile thirteen marker, I put my arms around her and told her I was so insanely proud of her for pushing herself and doing something so hard. My eyeballs got sweaty. I told myself not to lose it.
We passed the last mile marker as we ran into the stadium full of people cheering. We held hands and lifted our arms up in the air as we crossed the finish line. Our official time was 2:36:52.
My mom and dad were waiting nearby with my man and the children.
My man and my oldest had a goal to come in under two hours. Their official time was 1:55:18. Great job, guys!
I just have to say again how proud I am of my sixteen year old son and fourteen year old daughter. I would never have even thought about doing what they put their minds to when I was their age. They blow my mind.
P. S. In case you’re interested, Melissa blogged about our family pictures from last month. You can’t even tell I was a hot mess crying in my closet beforehand. ::snort::