Hogeye Marathon 2013 Race Recap

Long race recap made short: Sunday was rough. The end.


Marathon delirium setting in around mile 20.

Marathon delirium setting in around mile 20.

I’m not sure I’m ready to rehash every detail of the day. It was a long one. I was out there for almost seven hours. Thankfully, I wasn’t alone. For well over half of the marathon, I had my friends Carrie and Christi to keep me company. Then, it narrowed down to just Christi and me. She refused to leave my side even when I walked for miles on end. Miles. On. End. That is no exaggeration, y’all.

I knew before mile nine that I was in trouble. Even running around an 11:30 pace felt difficult. My effort level was far too high for that pace and that point in the race. To struggle around mile nine in a marathon? Not good.

I had a lot of time to think while out on the race course. A lot of time.

Here a few things I had chosen to ignore up to marathon day:

(1) I wasn’t prepared mentally.

Honestly, I feel like I’ve been walking around in a semi-depressed zombie state ever since the Little Rock Marathon. I’m not even sure I can adequately explain why. I don’t know if it was the months of build up and anticipation and then . . . it was over? Even though I signed up for the Hogeye Marathon shortly after Little Rock and continued on with my long run training schedule, I kind of felt like I was coasting not accelerating. My mind wasn’t ready when I took to the course Sunday morning.

(2) I had gotten soft.

I slacked off on my early morning classes. I slacked off on eating healthy. I slacked off on my mid-week runs. I grew soft. Yes, my body needed time to recover, but that’s not what I was doing. I was wallowing in laziness and overindulgence.

(3) I grew a big head.

Even though I knew I wasn’t fully on board with my running, cross training and eating, I still thought I could swing another marathon and run it either just as good as Little Rock or even faster. No joke. I thought I was hot stuff. I got too big for my britches. I never said any of this out loud. I’m not sure I was even fully aware that I was thinking it, but once I was knee deep in agony on Sunday . . . I knew. I knew in my heart that I had lied to myself.

When I stepped off that race course Sunday afternoon, I said I was done. I was never running again. Let alone another marathon. I was retiring. Screw running. I was throwing in the towel.

Then, Monday happened.


My heart broke. My spirit cried out.

And I registered for marathon number three.

I didn’t quit on Sunday because my daughter told me the day before about how much she admired me. I didn’t quit on Sunday because my friends wouldn’t give up on me. I didn’t quit on Sunday because of the countless number of volunteers who lined the streets just to encourage me and hand me a cool cup of water. I didn’t quit on Sunday because I didn’t want to look in the mirror the next day and know I had given up when it got hard.

I’m going to run again for my daughter. I’m going to run for my friends. I’m going to run for the spectators who don’t have to be there, but choose to spend hours shouting at random strangers and holding up signs until their arms feel like they may fall off. I’m going to run for Martin Richard, Krystle Campbell and Lu Lingzi.

Now that I’m fully aware of my mental state, my laziness and my pride I’m going to tackle them head on. No more coasting. No more la de da attitude. Things are about to get real.

Nothing in this life is sweeter than coming to the end of a long, hard journey and knowing you could have strayed off the path at any point and found a shorter route, but chose not to ~ you chose the hard path.

I want the hard path. I want the refining it will bring in my life. Why? Because I need it. I need the sandpaper of the hard path to shave off the rough edges of my heart.

Thanks for listening friends.


  1. Mama Lynda says:

    If you do nothing else you certainly are an encouragement to me…in so many ways. Nothing but admiration and love from me.

  2. You inspire me…not enough to actually RUN, but ya know, in other ways. 😉

  3. I know you might not have meant to be inspiring, but you were. Best blog post I have read today…thanks!

  4. I love your mom’s comment and I agree. I’m also really glad you wrote this out, because you will be able to look back on this time in your life and remember what it felt like. I know you’re not done running. You’re just beginning.

  5. I could tell on your #1 just from the images you have posted lately. I could see it in your eyes.

    I am at #2. I am not a runner. I run to eat. Period.

  6. Lori Hubble says:

    You did awesome to push through something so hard. Glad you are not giving up! You inspire me. I love your honesty and faithfulness. Will you be in IL in May?

  7. Life is a beautiful teacher and this is the best line I’ve read in a long time – “I want the hard path. I want the refining it will bring in my life. Why? Because I need it. I need the sandpaper of the hard path to shave off the rough edges of my heart. ”

    Thank you.

  8. Sarah M says:

    You inspire me to run! You inspire me in so many ways. I am starting my journey with running….or really, started last year with some 5ks where I have to walk. This year has been about improving and running more and more. I even have signed up for my first half marathon and am going to attempt to run as much as possible! Everyone tells me I can’t do a full marathon, but that just fuels me more!

    You are amazing! You did not give up, no matter how hard it was for you. Go you!!! Now sign up for another one, because YOU CAN DO IT!

  9. just found your blog and whoa…you are REALLY inspiring me today. Thank you so much for your honesty. It was the kick in the tush I needed. I’ve been wallowing after an injury and a medical issue have sidelined me for too long. I’ve been avoiding that “hard path” you speak of….thanks for making me want to suck up buttercup and get down to it.

    happy miles! high five!!


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