The first feeling I got after crossing the finish line was relief. I made it. I was done. But then, when the volunteer put my medal around my neck the sobs started. I didn’t think I would cry but there were way too many emotions bubbling up not to. I found Chad and Catherine just before I grabbed my food. Chad asked if I was OK and I certainly was. I couldn’t tell.. Read More
Sunday, Oct. 11 – Race Day I rose Sunday morning feeling calm, ready and excited for the race. I shook off my nerves the night before and thanks to the 8:45 a.m. start time, I got a good night of sleep, which is unusual for me the night before a race. At 6:30 I ate my breakfast of toast with almond butter and jam and a banana and got dressed, packing my pockets.. Read More
I know the burning question you have probably been dying to have answered is, did I run 42.2 kilometres or just 40.2? I can thankfully report that the first lesson I learned while training for a marathon stuck and although tempted to wave for a bus at 40K, I did indeed grind it out right until the bitter end of the 42.2km race. Actually, according to my GPS watch I ran 42.64km and.. Read More
I’ve spent the last week attempting to process having finished my marathon but there are still times when I think to myself, ‘Did that really just happen?’. After working so hard for so long, it’s incredibly weird that it’s over and even stranger to think about the fact that I’m no longer training for my first marathon, but that I’m actually a marathoner. Looking back on my time in Victoria — the race.. Read More
I was told that it’s ok to cry when you cross the finish line after your first marathon. I wasn’t sure whether I would or I wouldn’t but when a volunteer was putting my medal around my neck it was hard not to. I am not sure if it had more to do with the extreme pain I was in, with the gratitude of being done my race or with the pride and.. Read More