marathon report
time: 4:57. i did half in 2:15 (felt great too). finished 20 miles in 3:35 (compared to my 20 mile training run of 3:25). that means the last 6.2 miles took me an hour and 22 minutes (which equates to about 13:13 average pace for these 6.2 miles). OUCH. not cool; that hurts to even type. just ouch. but i am healthy! no injuries man, i have one small blister but its nothing. i am sore though.
splits according to polar:
1. 10:18
2. 10:19
3. 10:21
4. 9:48
5. 9:50
6. 10:03
7. 10:00
8. 9:58
9. 9:51
10. 10:04
11. 9:51
12. 10:02
13. 9:56 (felt a blister brewing on my right foot)
(things were going beautifully through half. just awesome. i was so on pace with my goal and i felt fine. i can do this!).
14. 10:04
15. 10:11
16. 10:24
17. 10:52 (uh oh, whats this? i think i'm feeling a little tired)
18. 11:24 (uh oh, here we go. the wheels, they are falling off and it doesn't even have anything to do with the 20 mile "wall")
19. 11:41
20. 12:01
21. 12:23
22. 13:13
23. 12:57
24. 12:49
25. 12:23
26. 12:52
27. 12:16 (yes according to my polar i ran exactly 27 miles. i think this is a combination of my polar needing to get re-calibrated and not running exactly the shortest route--this was the 24th running of the TCM (and the site of championship qualifying this yr) so there is no way the mileage of the race was off)
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4:57:18
i have been thinking about what happened. a couple of things come to mind:
--first, its a little bit of the "experience" factor. i think everything that encompassed the experience of running this marathon will help me in the future (dare i say, a future marathon? am i crazy?? i must redeem myself!)
--second, i simply felt like i wasn't trained well enough to run the whole thing. i think it would be prudent to either join a group, do a different program that has me running at least two 20 milers or even further, and doing hills and interval stuff (which i avoided like the plague because i was afraid of getting injured and its also not on hal's beginner program).
--third, pavement/streets/concrete. during my training, i avoided running on streets and paved paths as much as possible. while this undoubtedly did wonders for keeping me healthy and fresh throughout training, my legs were in for a bit of a shocker today. all of the pounding for 26.2 miles really wore my legs down at the end of the race. i could feel it. while running in the last half mile to the finish line, i could even feel my knee hurt just a little, which is a first. i don't know if there is a solution to this but it played a factor in how my legs held up. several times in the last half, i stopped to stretch because my legs felt tight and sore.
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those are the conclusions, now some of the experience:
warning, i go in and out of past and present tense.
the night before race day i slept fine. sweet!
at about 7am, i dropped off my "sweats" bag and headed up to the dome (race at 8). suddenly, i feel as though i need to take care of some bowel movements. strange, this has never happened before.
i walked in and out of several mens rooms and each one had 12-15 guys in line waiting for 1 of 2 stalls to open up. crazy! i finally decided to stand in line. i kept thinking, this is so much pressure, what if i get stage fright and the bowel movements don't happen? and there are 15 guys just waiting for me to quickly move the bowels. ha ha. it all worked out though :-) i knew i couldn't run for 5 hours with that feeling. i felt so much better! ps it was really stinky because everybody was taking care of bowel movements. is this too much information? heh. another tidbit is that i never had to make ANY restroom stops for the whole 5 hours of the race.
miles 0-2. i had no surging adrenaline at the start like my first 10K race. there is nothing like your first race!! we were packed in like sardines so it was kind of uncomfortable. i had to stand by a younger girl who was all smitten with some older guy--they kissed and it was creepy (no offense).
0-2 continued: and we're off! i felt a little tired through 2 but thats normal for me in the beginning. i followed a guy that had "awesome" written on the back of his shirt. awesome! around mile 2 some idiot lady yelled out, "you're almost there, looking good!" you idiot. that was not awesome.
mile 2.5: first water stop. i was on the right side of the road, the tables were on the left. i ran by 2 tables and started to freak out. the RBF said the first water stop is really important!! move out of my way people!! i hereby apologize to all the people i cut off because i thought the 3rd table was the last water table (there were a bunch more). i didn't want to miss it!! no one was injured during my rude cutting over, whew.
mile 3: some guy starts running with me and talking to me (no offense but don't talk to me dude--i didn't actually say this). he is shooting for 4:40, i tell him i'm 4:30-4:40. i lost him eventually because he started walking.
miles 3-8: The Lakes! my training grounds! i feel like a million bucks. this is my backyard!! 1st gu at 7 mile water stop.
miles 9-11: my mom and sister were right around 9 (i think). they cheered and it was awesome!! i'm glad they got to see me when i was feeling good. after i passed through my personal cheering section, it seemed to take a while to get to the bridge at lake nokomis (right at mile 11). actually, more of my fan club cheered me on between miles 10-11 (or 14-15, its a little fuzzy). my brothers brother in-law (who is a 3+ marathoner) with his gf...they didn't see me but i saw them. i shout to him as i pass him. he bolts toward me with the camera rolling. "how do you feel?" "pretty good so far" i say. "you look tough!" he says. then he shouts, "get ready this next one is for mom!!" ha ha, i am laughing and so are other runners near me. he bolts ahead to get in position to take a picture. i also saw my dad for the first time somewhere around here. he yelled encouragement, "you look SWEET!" (my dad never says sweet so i thought it was funny. he was very excited to see me. he tried to run ahead to get a good picture but he couldn't really keep up. i loved him for trying though.
mile 11: ran over nokomis bridge. crowds were thin. i need a drink! where are the stinkin' drink tables! because my polar was off, i got antsy everytime it said i should be at a water stop (every 2 miles). I'M THIRSTY, WHERE ARE THE STINKIN' TABLES!!! side note: after the first two stops i started taking 2 cups of water, and 1 cup of powerade. seemed to work ok although at the end i think i drank a little too much? however i lost about 4 or 5 pounds from beginning of race to when i got home.
somewhere between 12-13: i see a member of the RBF!! its Marisa!!! wow, cool! she cheers me on and it rocks. i can't believe i saw Marisa, and she shouted out my real name, this is so cool. we've never actually met so it was cool for her to yell my name and cheer. i take my final gu at mile 13. i couldn't muster the strength to take any more gu's during the race for fear i would puke.
miles 14-16: it seemed to take an eternity to get to the missippi river. i mean, forever. i was so glad when we finally arrived on the familiar 10k race grounds.
mile 17: during the 10k in April we went over Lake Street bridge. for the marathon we have to up a lot further and cross at the Franklin Bridge. this has a negative impact on my mental strength. i start to feel tired as we run past the lake bridge (can't we turn here?).
mile 18: crap i'm tired. where is that stupid franklin bridge, this sucks. oh yeah, my sister will have gatorade for me at mile 19+. i must make it to 19+!!
mile 19: cross the franklin bridge. i had to walk a little. some idiot lady (maybe it was the same one from before?) yelled out, "uhh, what mile are you guys on?" you stupid idiot. but good, at least i got that bridge out of the way. someone in the crowd yells out, "you just crossed the franklin bridge, that is a huge accomplishment". i agree. i am in no shape to acknowledge the helpful words from this fan but it was the perfect thing to say. i walk a little as i head toward mile 20. i see my mom and sister in the distance. i start to jog a little. my sister runs toward me with the gatorade. i'm pretty out of it at this point. i take some sips while walking. i think she asked me how i was. i think i said, "tired. sore". i can't speak in complete sentences. i am staring straight ahead, trying to grasp just how i'll do another 6+ miles. my mom looks concerned but she is cheering anyway. heh.
mile 20: i know the hills are coming. i am tired.
mile 21-23: the hills. they hurt me. i am walking. then stumbling forward in a slow jog. then walking. then stumbling forward. i hate the e. river road hill and i hate the beginning of summit ave right now. its endless. soon i see more of my fan club. its my dad again. he is yelling encouragement. it is helping. "hang in there! you are looking good! they have a sweet finish line for you!!!" thanks dad.
23-25: summit ave, you suck. what a tough stretch for me. lots of walking, then slow jogging, then walking, etc. some guy from the crowd yells out, "GO NIKE! YOU CAN DO IT! ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER, YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE IT." thank you kind sir, you helped me to believe again. another stranger from the other side of the street ran up along side me, "how you doin'?" i kind of nod my head because i can't speak at this point. he says, "you look strong...sweaty, but strong". ha ha. next i meet the final leg of my fan club. aunt, uncle, cousin and her husband. i thought that i pumped my fist and smiled but tonight they told me i barely raised my hand. sorry guys! i was in another state of mind. it really meant a lot to me that they were there to cheer though. so awesome. too bad i could barely look over to acknowledge them.
25+: people are starting in with the "less than 2 miles! less than 2 miles!". i don't care. i can hardly move. i only have 2 miles left and i can hardly move. with all my mind and spirit i want to stroll confidently through the last 2 miles in a 10:00 pace while feeling strong. wasn't going to happen.
25.2: "one mile left from right here! come on!" i couldn't. i couldn't run in like i had envisioned. i tried my best. i used all of my remaining physical and mental strength to keep me moving forward. sometimes i slow-jogged, but i had to walk too. with 1 mile left i still had to do some walking.
25.8-26.2+: i think i managed to jog in the last 1/4 of a mile. there was no emotional explosion or anything. i was done. i just ran a marathon. i receive my medal. i am too tired to look down to see what it looks like. i get a blanket, and a banana. i'm spent. i get my chip taken off. i get my t-shirt; i can't tear off the t-shirt coupon because i'm so weak and uncoordinated...the volunteer rips it off with ease. i stumble over to where they are giving out free water and juice. i try to sip some yogurt drink but i think i might hurl if i chug anymore of it. i stumble over to get my sweat bag. then i go over to an area where marathoners are sitting in a grassy area; they all look like i must look. we are all zombies. i manage to slip off my shoes and put on my sandals. i start to walk over to the family meeting area. i am walking extremely slow. i try to avoid clumps of grass because i don't want to step over anything too steep. i find my meeting area and collapse on the ground, waiting for my fam to find me. i try not to puke (didn't puke). fam eventually finds me, and escorts me to safety. i'm done!
i realized a life-long dream; i'm finally a marathoner.
thanks to all of my family, fans, the volunteers, and the RBF. without the RBF, i can confidently say i would have never even started training for a marathon let alone get the idea to sign up and finish one.
yes, i wrote this whole thing while wearing my medal :)
splits according to polar:
1. 10:18
2. 10:19
3. 10:21
4. 9:48
5. 9:50
6. 10:03
7. 10:00
8. 9:58
9. 9:51
10. 10:04
11. 9:51
12. 10:02
13. 9:56 (felt a blister brewing on my right foot)
(things were going beautifully through half. just awesome. i was so on pace with my goal and i felt fine. i can do this!).
14. 10:04
15. 10:11
16. 10:24
17. 10:52 (uh oh, whats this? i think i'm feeling a little tired)
18. 11:24 (uh oh, here we go. the wheels, they are falling off and it doesn't even have anything to do with the 20 mile "wall")
19. 11:41
20. 12:01
21. 12:23
22. 13:13
23. 12:57
24. 12:49
25. 12:23
26. 12:52
27. 12:16 (yes according to my polar i ran exactly 27 miles. i think this is a combination of my polar needing to get re-calibrated and not running exactly the shortest route--this was the 24th running of the TCM (and the site of championship qualifying this yr) so there is no way the mileage of the race was off)
-------------
4:57:18
i have been thinking about what happened. a couple of things come to mind:
--first, its a little bit of the "experience" factor. i think everything that encompassed the experience of running this marathon will help me in the future (dare i say, a future marathon? am i crazy?? i must redeem myself!)
--second, i simply felt like i wasn't trained well enough to run the whole thing. i think it would be prudent to either join a group, do a different program that has me running at least two 20 milers or even further, and doing hills and interval stuff (which i avoided like the plague because i was afraid of getting injured and its also not on hal's beginner program).
--third, pavement/streets/concrete. during my training, i avoided running on streets and paved paths as much as possible. while this undoubtedly did wonders for keeping me healthy and fresh throughout training, my legs were in for a bit of a shocker today. all of the pounding for 26.2 miles really wore my legs down at the end of the race. i could feel it. while running in the last half mile to the finish line, i could even feel my knee hurt just a little, which is a first. i don't know if there is a solution to this but it played a factor in how my legs held up. several times in the last half, i stopped to stretch because my legs felt tight and sore.
----------------------------------------------------------
those are the conclusions, now some of the experience:
warning, i go in and out of past and present tense.
the night before race day i slept fine. sweet!
at about 7am, i dropped off my "sweats" bag and headed up to the dome (race at 8). suddenly, i feel as though i need to take care of some bowel movements. strange, this has never happened before.
i walked in and out of several mens rooms and each one had 12-15 guys in line waiting for 1 of 2 stalls to open up. crazy! i finally decided to stand in line. i kept thinking, this is so much pressure, what if i get stage fright and the bowel movements don't happen? and there are 15 guys just waiting for me to quickly move the bowels. ha ha. it all worked out though :-) i knew i couldn't run for 5 hours with that feeling. i felt so much better! ps it was really stinky because everybody was taking care of bowel movements. is this too much information? heh. another tidbit is that i never had to make ANY restroom stops for the whole 5 hours of the race.
miles 0-2. i had no surging adrenaline at the start like my first 10K race. there is nothing like your first race!! we were packed in like sardines so it was kind of uncomfortable. i had to stand by a younger girl who was all smitten with some older guy--they kissed and it was creepy (no offense).
0-2 continued: and we're off! i felt a little tired through 2 but thats normal for me in the beginning. i followed a guy that had "awesome" written on the back of his shirt. awesome! around mile 2 some idiot lady yelled out, "you're almost there, looking good!" you idiot. that was not awesome.
mile 2.5: first water stop. i was on the right side of the road, the tables were on the left. i ran by 2 tables and started to freak out. the RBF said the first water stop is really important!! move out of my way people!! i hereby apologize to all the people i cut off because i thought the 3rd table was the last water table (there were a bunch more). i didn't want to miss it!! no one was injured during my rude cutting over, whew.
mile 3: some guy starts running with me and talking to me (no offense but don't talk to me dude--i didn't actually say this). he is shooting for 4:40, i tell him i'm 4:30-4:40. i lost him eventually because he started walking.
miles 3-8: The Lakes! my training grounds! i feel like a million bucks. this is my backyard!! 1st gu at 7 mile water stop.
miles 9-11: my mom and sister were right around 9 (i think). they cheered and it was awesome!! i'm glad they got to see me when i was feeling good. after i passed through my personal cheering section, it seemed to take a while to get to the bridge at lake nokomis (right at mile 11). actually, more of my fan club cheered me on between miles 10-11 (or 14-15, its a little fuzzy). my brothers brother in-law (who is a 3+ marathoner) with his gf...they didn't see me but i saw them. i shout to him as i pass him. he bolts toward me with the camera rolling. "how do you feel?" "pretty good so far" i say. "you look tough!" he says. then he shouts, "get ready this next one is for mom!!" ha ha, i am laughing and so are other runners near me. he bolts ahead to get in position to take a picture. i also saw my dad for the first time somewhere around here. he yelled encouragement, "you look SWEET!" (my dad never says sweet so i thought it was funny. he was very excited to see me. he tried to run ahead to get a good picture but he couldn't really keep up. i loved him for trying though.
mile 11: ran over nokomis bridge. crowds were thin. i need a drink! where are the stinkin' drink tables! because my polar was off, i got antsy everytime it said i should be at a water stop (every 2 miles). I'M THIRSTY, WHERE ARE THE STINKIN' TABLES!!! side note: after the first two stops i started taking 2 cups of water, and 1 cup of powerade. seemed to work ok although at the end i think i drank a little too much? however i lost about 4 or 5 pounds from beginning of race to when i got home.
somewhere between 12-13: i see a member of the RBF!! its Marisa!!! wow, cool! she cheers me on and it rocks. i can't believe i saw Marisa, and she shouted out my real name, this is so cool. we've never actually met so it was cool for her to yell my name and cheer. i take my final gu at mile 13. i couldn't muster the strength to take any more gu's during the race for fear i would puke.
miles 14-16: it seemed to take an eternity to get to the missippi river. i mean, forever. i was so glad when we finally arrived on the familiar 10k race grounds.
mile 17: during the 10k in April we went over Lake Street bridge. for the marathon we have to up a lot further and cross at the Franklin Bridge. this has a negative impact on my mental strength. i start to feel tired as we run past the lake bridge (can't we turn here?).
mile 18: crap i'm tired. where is that stupid franklin bridge, this sucks. oh yeah, my sister will have gatorade for me at mile 19+. i must make it to 19+!!
mile 19: cross the franklin bridge. i had to walk a little. some idiot lady (maybe it was the same one from before?) yelled out, "uhh, what mile are you guys on?" you stupid idiot. but good, at least i got that bridge out of the way. someone in the crowd yells out, "you just crossed the franklin bridge, that is a huge accomplishment". i agree. i am in no shape to acknowledge the helpful words from this fan but it was the perfect thing to say. i walk a little as i head toward mile 20. i see my mom and sister in the distance. i start to jog a little. my sister runs toward me with the gatorade. i'm pretty out of it at this point. i take some sips while walking. i think she asked me how i was. i think i said, "tired. sore". i can't speak in complete sentences. i am staring straight ahead, trying to grasp just how i'll do another 6+ miles. my mom looks concerned but she is cheering anyway. heh.
mile 20: i know the hills are coming. i am tired.
mile 21-23: the hills. they hurt me. i am walking. then stumbling forward in a slow jog. then walking. then stumbling forward. i hate the e. river road hill and i hate the beginning of summit ave right now. its endless. soon i see more of my fan club. its my dad again. he is yelling encouragement. it is helping. "hang in there! you are looking good! they have a sweet finish line for you!!!" thanks dad.
23-25: summit ave, you suck. what a tough stretch for me. lots of walking, then slow jogging, then walking, etc. some guy from the crowd yells out, "GO NIKE! YOU CAN DO IT! ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER, YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE IT." thank you kind sir, you helped me to believe again. another stranger from the other side of the street ran up along side me, "how you doin'?" i kind of nod my head because i can't speak at this point. he says, "you look strong...sweaty, but strong". ha ha. next i meet the final leg of my fan club. aunt, uncle, cousin and her husband. i thought that i pumped my fist and smiled but tonight they told me i barely raised my hand. sorry guys! i was in another state of mind. it really meant a lot to me that they were there to cheer though. so awesome. too bad i could barely look over to acknowledge them.
25+: people are starting in with the "less than 2 miles! less than 2 miles!". i don't care. i can hardly move. i only have 2 miles left and i can hardly move. with all my mind and spirit i want to stroll confidently through the last 2 miles in a 10:00 pace while feeling strong. wasn't going to happen.
25.2: "one mile left from right here! come on!" i couldn't. i couldn't run in like i had envisioned. i tried my best. i used all of my remaining physical and mental strength to keep me moving forward. sometimes i slow-jogged, but i had to walk too. with 1 mile left i still had to do some walking.
25.8-26.2+: i think i managed to jog in the last 1/4 of a mile. there was no emotional explosion or anything. i was done. i just ran a marathon. i receive my medal. i am too tired to look down to see what it looks like. i get a blanket, and a banana. i'm spent. i get my chip taken off. i get my t-shirt; i can't tear off the t-shirt coupon because i'm so weak and uncoordinated...the volunteer rips it off with ease. i stumble over to where they are giving out free water and juice. i try to sip some yogurt drink but i think i might hurl if i chug anymore of it. i stumble over to get my sweat bag. then i go over to an area where marathoners are sitting in a grassy area; they all look like i must look. we are all zombies. i manage to slip off my shoes and put on my sandals. i start to walk over to the family meeting area. i am walking extremely slow. i try to avoid clumps of grass because i don't want to step over anything too steep. i find my meeting area and collapse on the ground, waiting for my fam to find me. i try not to puke (didn't puke). fam eventually finds me, and escorts me to safety. i'm done!
i realized a life-long dream; i'm finally a marathoner.
thanks to all of my family, fans, the volunteers, and the RBF. without the RBF, i can confidently say i would have never even started training for a marathon let alone get the idea to sign up and finish one.
yes, i wrote this whole thing while wearing my medal :)
posted by brent at
9:13 PM
32 Comments:
it's late, so i'll keep tis short:
wow.
By
Danny, at 12:13 AM
I'm overwhelmed. Actually tearing up, and so amazed. Thank you for being just that good.
By
Syd, at 1:00 AM
I'm so happy for you Brent!
By
M@rla, at 6:48 AM
Tearing up over here - wonderful marathon details. You did it Brent!
By
Anonymous, at 6:51 AM
Congratulations! That's so sweet!
Thanks for sharing all of the details with us. I can't wait to hear about the next one! :)
By
Anonymous, at 7:34 AM
Wow, bro! That's some serious marathon business. You did great, although I am a tad more scared about my upcoming first!
Great job!
And congratulations...let's see that medal!!!
By
:), at 7:58 AM
Congratulations Brent, what a great accomplishment!! And your account of the struggle was so engaging to read. Well done!!!
By
Lara, at 8:56 AM
Great recap!!
LOL at "i try to avoid clumps of grass because i don't want to step over anything too steep." I know this feeling!
How are your quads today? Able to sit down in a chair without having to "fall" half way? :)
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lainb, at 9:18 AM
Fantastic, Brent! Way to totally push through that last rough part. You must have serious concentration, to focus like that when your body wants to stop. Good job! Be proud, man, you done well.
And I would have totally cried to see Marisa standing there cheering for me. Ahem, but I'm not going to admit that in public.
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Jon (was) in Michigan, at 9:22 AM
way to go brent!! you're a marathoner!!!! i totally teared up while reading.... mine's in 3 weeks, and i gotta say, i'm nervous as $%^&*#@! its good to read about another first-timer finishing so well!!!
you're amazing. congratulations!
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a.maria, at 9:24 AM
Brent- way to go man! This is so awesome and I am so happy for you. There's nothing like crossing that line for the first time after all the hard work and long miles you've put in training. I know all of us RBF'ers are super proud of you. Way to go- enjoy every thought of the race! I know you'll never forget what it felt like to do it!
By
Tiggs, at 9:47 AM
Great job! I knew you could do it and it sounds like your fan club really helped you out along the way.
So....when's the next marathon?
By
Helen, at 9:58 AM
Great report...amazing, awesome race.
I was noddingmy head and smiling the whole time through.
You have officially completed the initiation phase of running. You can now call yourself a 'Lunatic' with confidence and pride. Oh, and a MARATHONER.
(Did you think of me when you put your sandals on??)
By
Running Chick, at 10:11 AM
Awesome report! You had such a great fan club. I love the "i thought that i pumped my fist and smiled but tonight they told me i barely raised my hand" lol
you described each emotion perfectly, especially the pain ... which I scanned over really quickly, like hiding your face during a scary part of the movie.
Congratulations!
By
Ali, at 10:26 AM
Hip hip hooray! You ran a great race, and you perservered through the tough parts. Now you know -- you can do it!
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Megan, at 10:35 AM
i'm with dianna, i was nodding and smiling the whole way through that. brent, you're awesome.
i was laughing at you avoiding the clumps of grass. don't make me lift my legs any higher than i need too! hahah
congratulation on realizing your dream!
oh, i forgot, you left out one part of the race. did you see any hot chicks? =)
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Unknown, at 10:54 AM
Brent, way to go!!! The most amazing part of your report is that you didn't blame the weather. I was all over the course on my bike and it was ugly. VERY tough on experience marathoners, not to mention first timers. It's amazing to see people happy, smiling waving through about 7 miles. 4 miles later they're shaking their head.
It sounds like you've got a great grasp on where to go from here. You mentioned gaining experience, adding more long runs and speed and running on the concrete. You're right on the money.
Again, great job under tough conditions.
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Chad, at 11:43 AM
Three weeks! I give you three weeks (at least, that's the usual time) until you start saying, "I can do better next time."
I know what that late suffering is about - you think a 13+ minute avg. is bad for your late segment. In my first, I passed 23 at 3:00 and finished in 4:01! How's that for the wheels falling off?
You aren't a virgin anymore...at least in the marathon sense.
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Scooter, at 1:38 PM
So perfectly "Brent" ~ you made me giggle AND tear up! You. Amaze. Me.
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Mia Goddess, at 1:43 PM
GREAT JOB!! You're an inspiration to all the other Brents of the world!! Great recap!
By
brent d., at 1:48 PM
Congratulations!!! Thanks for the race report, it was fantastic! I'm so proud for you!! When can we expect to see a picture of the medal?
Also, is Brent not your real name??
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Rae, at 2:28 PM
That was one awesome race report!!! Fantastic job, and what a great bunch of friends and family!! Is this really what it's going to be like? Holy crapola! (I cried too, just so you know.)
Thanks for sharing all this. I'm just amazed you can remember it all. My recent 26 "practice" marathon is a total blur. i couldn't tell you one mile from the next!
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jeanne, at 3:57 PM
what a good report!! it made me miss marathoning so much!!! you done well!! i am excited to see what the next phase of your training brings...lifting? another race? shorter ones? longer ones? triathlons? so much to look fwd to!
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Anonymous, at 6:12 PM
My marathon training coach once said that the only difference between those walking the marathon and those of us running it was that the walkers knew when they were going to start walking. Dude, you finished and that's all that matters. (I'm so glad you didn't puke!)
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Denise, at 7:35 PM
You ran your race well, and you told your story well. Okay, I'll admit ... I had to get Kleenex. Awesome, awesome job.
By
Anonymous, at 11:39 PM
Brent, YOU ARE A MARATHONER! Way to go. What an accomplishment and a great recap of the experience. maybe a little tmi in the beginning :)
By
Michelle, at 7:05 AM
Congratulations! Great report and wonderful race. We are so proud of you for reaching your goal. You are a marathoner!!
By
April Anne, at 8:20 AM
*marathon MAN*
that's what you should make me call you!
congrats
i don't know if you heard me cheering from Maine, but I was!
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HouseRunner, at 10:20 AM
GREAT job Brent!! A terrific accomplishment! So much good stuff in here. :)
By
Mark, at 6:50 PM
Wow! What a great recap. Hearty congratulations!
By
ida, at 7:34 AM
Brings back memories *sigh/grin*. I love the mile by mile replay I almost felt like I was right there with you. Just simply awesome!!!
Brent, the Marathon Man!
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Dawn - Pink Chick Tris, at 1:40 PM
Chiming in late, but I wanted to congratulate you again. It's great to read your account of the race; your post-race pictures turned out really nice, too. I see you talked about the weather in a different post, but I was a little worried about the humidity for everyone. Speedy co-worker (who dropped out at 11 mi) told me that his friends all lost time on Summitt/hills; sounds like the last couple miles were rough on everyone. Oh, I thought about taking some pictures of the "hot chicks" running in bun huggers for you, but decided that might be a little too weird. Anyway, hope you're enjoying your recovery because you sure earned it!
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