First of all, apparently those who view my site would prefer it if my husband wrote on here more often! I have had more hits on this site today than I’ve had in a long time! So, to answer the burning questions regarding his post…
1. yes I was very surprised and teary eyed
2. he is definitely going to get lucky tonight.
On to the race. I guess I just can’t explain what yesterday felt like. Those of you who know me, know that I do not like to do things alone. I would prefer to be with people at any given moment of the day. I like to share life’s experiences with others. All of life’s experiences…even going to the grocery store. So, the fact that I signed up for and mostly trained alone for this race was a big deal for me. When I signed up, I didn’t really expect to get in (the Nike Women’s Marathon is a random lottery entrance). Over 30,000 people put their names in and 20,000 were allowed to participate. Once I was notified, I realized that not only did I have to do this race, I had to do it on my own. I was really nervous.
We arrived in SF on Saturday to register and have a little “couple time” in the City before the big day. At the registration area I started to realize what a big deal this was going to be and I became pretty anxious about being about to complete this task alone. We shopped for a while (I know, it hasn’t been 90 days, confession time on Friday!) and we saw W. the movie. Before my conservative readers freak out that we saw this movie let me say that (again with the lists!):
1. there was NOTHING else out and I wasn’t about to see the Secret of the Bees or whatever
2. I love politics so I find any depiction fascinating, even if I don’t agree.
The Expo where you sign in was amazing. All of Union Square is decorated with pink Nike paraphernalia and I loved it.

Kevin had control of the camera and managed to capture me in my true element, amongst stores, people and the City:

After walking around quite a bit, my feet were sore and I figured that wasn’t a good thing. So, we headed back to the hotel and had dinner at the Pub next door. After that I went back to the room, got my clothes ready and made sure I knew where I was going the next day. By 9:30 we were asleep - unfortunately that didn’t last long because the bed at the hotel was HORRIBLE and neither Kevin nor I slept much all night.
I got up at O’Dark Hundred and got a cab to the start line. Kevin was going to pack up the room, check out and meet me at the finish line (more on this later). When I got to Union Square I was in awe. I guess I have seen large crowds assembled before at concerts but for some reason seeing 20,000 people ready to run yesterday morning was just amazing. I started wishing that I had signed up for the Full, a feeling which would fade significantly at about Mile 10 and completely dissipate at Mile 11. I held up my cell phone so I could get you a peek at the crowd:

I met a girl in line for the bathroom named Jeanie. She was my age exactly, two kids and a hubby and was running for the same reason as me - mostly just to say she did it and to prove that a woman can recover from kids and be even better on the other end of pregnancy/childbirth. I was in the same time slot as her but lost her in a sea of people just after we parted ways at the port o’potty.
At about 6:45 AM the anticipation was getting pretty heavy and I realized that I was so far back it would be 15 minutes or more before I made it to the start line. Standing there, not knowing anyone or having anyone to talk to was odd for me. I am usually the one with my family or my girlfriends, chatting it up. Yesterday, I was all alone.
The first couple of miles were a blur and mostly just a pain as I tried to get around walkers and those running with their friends 5 across. Next time I will for sure start in a faster time bracket in order to avoid some of the walkers. Anyhow, it wasn’t until about Mile 4 that I started to come to the conclusion I may never be able to stop running. Meaning, the end was so far away that I couldn’t even picture it. Either way, it was about this time that I slowed down for my first water break. I slowed my pace and grabbed water, just like the runners you see on t.v. However, I tried to continue to run while drinking… I found this to be completely unsuccessful. I would have to wait until the next mile to actually consume any water.
I knew that mile 6 was the big hill that everyone talks about in this race. It is an entire mile of a steep incline. All of the people around me were talking about it and everyone seemed to have a game plan. Some were going to walk, some where going to walk every two minutes, some where going to complain the whole way (this seemed like the favored strategy). For whatever reason….I kicked butt on that hill. I loved running up it and I was pretty stoked when I saw the downhill in sight. What I didn’t plan for was how much the downhill would hurt. My knees felt as though they might pop right off and roll like tires down the hill without me.
At some point - mile 8? - I realized I was more than halfway and I started to feel really proud. We were running through this tunnel and on the other side was a beautiful view of the SF Bay. I actually teared up. I started to think about all of the people who can’t run. I started to remember why I wanted to do this in the first place. I remembered sitting in labor with Isaac and thinking, if I can do this…I can do anything. And indeed I was.
The next mile they had fresh orange slices. I don’t know what to say about these orange slices…other than I am pretty sure they had crack in them. Ladies, remember that meal you have after you give birth? You feel like nothing has ever tasted this good and you are amazed that you are able to eat when 30 minutes ago you thought you were dying? That is how good that orange was.
Mile 10 was a real bitch. It was a slow incline followed by a very steep downhill with a gorgeous view of the beach. However, the downhill was combined with a whole lot of wind and cold. I was miserable. This was the only part where I thought that I wanted to just stop. Mile 12 felt like forever but as I rounded the corner and saw the finish line 300 yards away, I was completely overcome. I had done it. And I had done it well. I started to sprint and I think I may have elbowed a lady out of my way…if you’re reading lady with the pink bandanna and blue shorts, I am sorry.
As I sprinted toward the finish line the smile on my face was huge. I felt like an Olympian, which I know is ridiculous, but it was really that awesome. My final race time was 2 hours, 25 minutes and 35 seconds. By no means a winning number but it was my number.
Probably the most talked about thing at this race is the coveted Tiffany necklace given to the finishers. What I didn’t know until race day, is that the necklace is handed to you by a SF City firefighter in a tuxedo. This was the best part for many women…for me, I wasn’t really that pleased to see someone so dressed up when I look like death (see below).

If you are interested - here is the necklace (front):

Here is the back of the necklace:

Just after I collected my necklace and t-shirt, I texted Kevin and let him know that I was finised. When I didn’t hear from back from him in a few minutes, I called him. The Hubby, God bless him, got lost…then took a cab….then couldn’t get close to the finish line because of all of the road closures….then he had to run 3 miles to get to me. Poor guy comes running up, massive camera in one hand and my tube of Icy Hot in the other. He was so disappointed to have missed the finish but I was just happy to see him and happy to be done.
Words can’t express how I felt yesterday. I know it wasn’t a full marathon but my heart didn’t know the difference as I crossed the line. I’ve given birth to two beautiful boys and it taught me that the human body is an amazing creation. Running this race was just another way for me to appreciate how much I can do if I focus on a goal and never look back.

Thanks to all of you who watched the kids while I was doing training runs, to my hubby who had to put up with a lot of yapping about this goal since March and mostly to my kids…for giving me so much confidence.