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Last week on Valentine’s day, my good friend Sarah, who you might
remember from
here, signed up to run her first ever marathon.....
SQUEEEEEE!!!!
My
excitement is off the charts! And it has me thinking..... I could fall for another 26.2, but let's contemplate that another day when my throat isn't screaming from this blasted cold.
So, for now back to her amazing announcement. It reminded me that I wrote, but never posted a race
recap from the last time we saw each other – when she ran the Portland, ME half
marathon in October with a goal to PR and to break 2:10.
I think anyone that wants to run hard for over 2 hours
should have a cheering section and I really wanted to cheer Sarah for her
planned PR-breaking-half because I remember just how awesome it was for her to
be there for me. It was a game day
decision to go since I wasn't sure what my fam would need what her fam would
need, since they were caring for her father-in-law that was ill. She decided she would run the race a few days
before and I decided the day before to make the drive to ME to cheer her on.
I preped like *I* was prepping for a race the night before, laying out
my clothes. I put on running duds because it just feels so fun to be and look
like a runner and well, ya just never know!
Out the door at 4:45am and the first song on the radio: Good Life! Heh. The song we both run too thinking of the
other and our families. That high burst when a saw less than a 1/4 tank of gas realizing
what station is open that at 4:45 am on a Sunday?!
First exit was a bust and panic started to kick in. Back on the highway with some breathy prayers
until some halo-like lights beaming from
McDonald’s & gas rest stop. A cup of
McDonalds coffee, some favorite racing tunes blaring and off I went. That early
in the morning I saw only a few cars and while I was still in MA I spied an SUV
with a 26.2 sticker. I had a funny
feeling we were headed to the same place. Who else would be crazy enough to be
up at 5am on a Sunday?!
I got to the venue, but didn't know how to get a hold of Sarah. I knew her phone was in her car and she wasn’t
going to run with it. I looked for her at the start. No luck. Apparently the scene must have been like the
movies as I found out after the fact I was standing feet from the tent she was
in avoiding the rain to the last minute.
Oh yeah, it was raining. Pretty
hard.
No Sarah? No worries,
I walked along the sidelines, past the start line and stood at mile .5 and
yelled "Go Sarah" over and over, sure that there were at least SOME
Sarahs in the crowd of runners that would be pumped. Or so I hoped.
After the runners all cleared the starting line, I headed
back to my car and called Sarah's DH (dear husband) who I never met before.
Phone tag.
Voicemails.
Then, a connection!
And he is exactly 2 cars in front of me on the exit. We pulled off to the side of the road,
attempted to find parking, and we (Sarah’s hubby, & 2 boys 5 & 7)
walked up to mile 6 where Sarah was expecting to see her family and trade off
her energy infused water bottle for a refill to grab when she passed by for the
second time.
When we got to the mile marker, we realized that mile six
was technically on the OTHER side of the road.
But what stood between us and the other side of the road was a wall of
runners. Going both directions. We were
actually on the mile 8ish side since turn around about a mile or so down the
road. There was no way we could quickly get the boys safely to the other side.
Sarah’s DH & I started plotting. We knew the start time and her approximate
pace. We had about 5 minutes or so to
try to figure out what Sarah might do... She had her bottle. We had her nuun. How to get
it to her?? Should I cross with the bottle to refill? Should DH pass on
a message to let Sarah know I was ahead? Should we stay put and see if we could
do a pass off on the loop around? I had my running duds "just in case"
and decided to stow my bag & umbrella with Sarah’s DH and if Sarah got her
bottle to us, I would handle the refill and either get it to her as she came
back around (mile 8) or try to chase after her. When I saw the hills I thought she might
prefer the safety of the bottle over a hand off with the loop around. So we saw
Sarah, cheered her on....But the once lull of mile 8 runners on our side was
now pretty full. Sarah saw DH and the
boys and with a lob that
Ray Allen woud be proud of, her water bottle was
airborne, bounced right off of her 7 year old’s umbrella and landed by our
feet.
We picked up the bottle, filled it up and I said "I
think I can catch her" I sprinted down along the side of the spectators
and oncoming runners, scanning for Sarah hoping like all get out I would catch
her and then saw Sarah in her hat and blue shirt and saddled on up. "Tap, tap"
"Hey Sarah How's it going?"
Giddy freakout!
First thing out of her mouth, “How was your ride up?” Ha! She is running
the half of her life and she is worried about me! After chatting for a few more strides I was
hoping it was ok for me to stick with her rather than head back. I figure it
would be ok, but ya never know. I feared
I wouldn't be able to keep up on going with cold legs and mega hills! But
the adrenaline kicked in and all the running I hadn’t been doing didn’t matter.
So... we chatted, Sarah said she was feeling really good. She
told me about her super-cape trash bag that kept her dry until she whipped off
coming out of the tent just as the starting gun went off. She told me about the
bummer of her ear bud, that died on one side because the rain, she talked about
what was playing on her ipod. I was trying to talk so she didn't have to, but
she sounded good. Really good. Based on
her time and pace it felt like her goal was completely in sight. We ran up the
hill (I really was hoping I wasn't slowing her down) and we got to mile 7 at
the top. The 1/2'ers turned around to head back and the full'ers kept on going.
We turned and Sarah screamed, “I'm running with Christy Z!” Made my heart sing
and I laughed out loud. At the 20 mile marker for the marathoners Sarah goes,
"Wow, we made it to mile 20!" ha! Still had her sense of humor, good,
good. [Note: Sarah, hold that
thought, you WILL be saying that very same thing on October 16th at
the Mount Desert Island Marathon!]
I talked to her about strategy for the rest of the race - to keep pace,
not to break out too fast too soon. At mile 11 find a pacer and stick to their
shoulder like glue. Mile 12 find shirts and start pickin' em off. (Sarah later said when the pickin’ off the
shirts didn’t work, she picked off trees, telephone poles, fire hydrants.
Awesome!) When we got to the last uphill
before getting back to her family, I wished her well, asked what messages to
send and I peeled off to let the boys know Sarah was coming and to get ready
with some high fives. She high fived them and then kept on running! We walked
back to the car and realizing we wouldn't make it to mile 11 in time to park,
unload and see Sarah, and still make it back to park at the finish, we decided
to head for the finish. On our walk back to the car I remembered the messages
for the boys including serenading her 5yo with "Keep your head
up...." Which he grinned from ear to ear and buried his head in his dad’s side.
Now it was a game of get there in time for the finish. While
parking and crossing the street for the finish, I could see runners down a residential
side street. Woot! I took a chance and realized that side street was mile
marker 13 exactly. Sarah's pace was right on target and since I knew they
started on time, I figured she would be passing 13 between 9:45am and 9:53am. I
got there at 9:38 and hung out watching the runners go by. I called Sarah’s DH
to let him know where I was. They were at the finish. I was going to stay put and catch her before
the finish ringing my cow bell until I wondered if it annoyed the other
spectators. hmmmm.
I looked at my watch. 9:52 Come on Sarah. Then 9:53, I saw her.
“Go Sarah! GO SARAH! You got this!”
*snap picture* (They are a bit blurry boo....)
“Go Sarah!”
She took out her ear bud to hear the cheers I think. She
passed and I whipped out the phone to call her DH to say she was on her way to
the finish. They were watching the clock and DH said the clock was 2:09 and was
hoping she'd make it. She crossed the finishline, but when you account
for how long it took to get to the starting line, her chip time was…..
2:08:32!!!!!
Sarah looked great. Like she hadn't even run a race. More relaxed than I
was after my races for sure. Lots of hugs, tears for her husband, boys and
silent prayers for her father-in-law.
We headed to lunch and I met up with DH and hung with them
in their warm body-heated car while we waited for the restaurant to open and
Sarah to arrive. Chatting with her DH was so nice - I think we both got the
sense that we've known each other for years, which is a testament to how Sarah
must talk about both of us to one another. It was great to see her boys again -
it'd been almost a year (!!) and they were about as proud of their mama as they
were of themselves for eating a good meal (with vegetables!) All is right with
the world.
Sarah’s 7yo & I got to split a slice of Apple
(Oh.Em.Gee) Pizza and her 5 yo showed me his search-a-word menu. Sarah
recounted her race to the family in all her giddy humor and we had a fabulous
lunch with soup that hit the spot warming us to our bones after a cold day at
the races.
All in all, it was a great day. It was a difficult decision for Sarah
and her family to know what to do and how to be there living life and living
vigil for her dear father-in-law. When
Sarah and her family returned home, they learned that her dear father-in-law
passed away, just about the time she crossed the finish line. I truly believe the Holy Spirit got it right
on this one. Nicely done.
