So we made the 4 hour trek to Wautoma. I ate in the car (totes the best way to prepare for a marathon) and as we got closer, the roads just got more and more rural. I had booked us a room in the Super 8 motel which was both dog friendly and about a mile from the start/finish. Matt kept teasing me, because apparently he thinks he is above staying at the super 8, but it was seriously the best decision ever. There were SO nice. We got in around 10:30, and the lady had even printed a little map for so we would know how to get to the race in the morning.
|Coach waffles with a last minute pep talk.|
We got there early so i could get my race number (which took all of 90 seconds, so i don't know why i was worried) The t-shirt was long-sleeved (which i actually prefer!) and we got a cute water bottle, and the bag was one of those nice drawstring ones. They had fruit and bagels for everyone, even the spectators, which was really nice!
Actually, a good chunk of my outfit was new, as in never worn before. New shoes, bra, and shorts. Hows that for living on the edge?
They said a prayer for Boston before the start of the race, and we were off!
I won't bore you with the mile by mile break down, but i will say this. I was so focused on making sure Bethany had a good first marathon experience that i never had my normal "marathon breakdown" There were no tears, no sitting down on a curb, no vowing to never run a marathon again. I felt strong the entire time. Thats not to say it was easy. It was a hilly course - nonstop rolling hills. Oh, and i didn't train to run a marathon. My feet were killing me by mile 12 (it could have been that i was wearing new shoes too? who knows) But, despite the difficulty, worrying about someone else took my mind off everything. I told stories, i made up little songs (like the "f*** you mile 22" song). I know the last 6 miles were really hard for her. They are hard for everyone, but i think they are especially hard during your first marathon. We took frequent walk breaks, i did my best to keep us on pace. It got a little warm (70!) and sunny. The police were nice enough to drive along the course to bring us all bottles of water (aid stations were about 3 miles apart, so i was grateful for the extra water in the sun!) We finally hit the home stretch, and i just started yelling at her to run as fast as she could. Then i started yelling at everyone else that this was her first marathon, and people seemed to get that, and just started cheering and yelling, and i was behind her just screaming "FIRST TIME MARATHONER RIGHT HERE" in hindsight, the poor girl probably wanted to trip me. But i will never forget the suck level of my first marathon finish, and everyone should have people cheering for them, even if its 10 people. And those 10 people ROCKED. I got her across the finish line in 5 hours and 1 minute. I was a minute off, but hey - it was my first time pacing someone (and the course was long). I think she was pleased anyway.
The aftermath: I don't want people to think that not training for a marathon is all sunshine and roses. I am lucky to even finish the race. My pinky toenail split right down the middle, and i have a sharp pain in my lower back that will not go away. So, I am not sure if there is a market right now for the "Gingerfoxxx training plan: drink your way to a marathon finish" But then again, maybe people would be on board with that....I also have the most brutal sunburn i have had in YEARS. I put on sunblock, but i didn't expect it to be quite so warm and sunny, so i had just put it on around my arm warmers. I took the arm-warmers off at mile 5 and my arms FRIED in the sun. I can barely type this actually. A rookie sauce mistake i will NOT make again. But seriously, i CAN'T WAIT to run another marathon. Only i will train this time!
The rest of the weekend: Since i ran a conservative race, i didn't feel like i was dying the way i normally do. Matt and i decided to go bar hopping in Wautoma!
We also took Waffles out for a nice hike on some Wisconsin trails, since she was so well behaved at the race.
The next day, we took the long way home so that we could stop by the super remote cemetary my Dad is buried at. I try and make it once a year, and i usually leave random things there - it's so fried green tomatoes.
|Is it morbid to take photos at cemetary? I always do...|
|She likes the view on my shoulders....|
Countdown to next marathon - August!!