I enjoyed Oakland Marathon immensely.
Even if I had to work very very hard for those last 4 miles, questioning why I would put myself through something like this;
And I celebrated finishing in under 5 hours - my goal.
|Final 100 feet|
In fact I finished in 4:53:59 and I think I could go faster the next time!
But what I really want to tell you about is how great it was to share this event with my parents. My Mum and Dad started together. Here they are at the start line looking pretty excited.
Mum hurt her knee a couple of weeks ago on a training run though and soon after starting she realized that she wasn't going to be able to keep up her usual pace. She pleaded with Dad to go on ahead and run his own race and finally around mile 7 he put his head down, pulled his socks up and ran on.
The marathon route joined the half marathon route around Mile 17 and somewhere around Mile 21 I bumped into Mum. She was powering along despite her sore knee and seeing her gave me a renewed energy. Just what I needed at that point.
Both my parents finished with amazing times. My Dad in 2:55:59 and my Mum in 3:30:39.
When we left the finish line, a woman came up to my Mum and said, "I don't know if you could hear me cheering for you. I was behind you on the route and I just have to tell you that I want to BE you when I grow up. You are so inspiring!" I have felt like that all my life.
As for how I feel now, one week later? Well, Marathon #3 certainly seemed like a smaller feat than #1 and #2. It's quite curious that something that once seemed like the most amazing thing I would achieve feels a bit more common place and now instead I want to aim for running 10 marathons, or more. I remember the time I met a woman who had run 13 marathons and I thought she was super woman, something beyond and above normal human beings; now that feels like something I might some day achieve. On that note, I've signed up for the next one in October. Nike Women's Marathon, here I come! Who's with me?