I’ve been wanting to share this post for a few weeks now, but the holidays threw things off a bit. Typically if more than a couple of weeks pass by, and I have yet to do a recap, I just skip it. However seeing this was my very first marathon, I decided to make an exception and share the post.
I could recap each mile and talk my way through the whole entire race, but nearly 27 miles of that would get to be a bit long. Instead, I thought it would be fun to share some thoughts, photos and highlights.
The date was November 19th and the place was Tulsa Oklahoma. After a very sleepless night I woke up about 4:30 in the morning and hit the road shortly after 5:00. We arrived at the starting corals shortly after 7 and things instantly “got real”. We were actually there and this was really going to happen.
For the past 4 years of my life, I’ve called myself a runner. But even as I type that out, I almost feel like it’s a title I don’t deserve. I haven’t always been faithful to my “hobby” and I haven’t always loved it either.
I started as an almost 30-year-old couch potato who needed an outlet. I had a few friends who were runners or starting to run and it seemed like a simple & inexpensive hobby (HA!) so I gave it a try too.
Whatever it was, it worked. It was exactly what I needed at that time in my life and apparently it still is. I’m not exactly sure how man races I’ve run, but I do know they stretch from 1 mile to 13.1 miles in length. And I don’t have an exact count of how many miles I’ve logged, but it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if that number was over 1,000.
Some of those miles have been fast & easy, others have been slow and painful, but they have all been memorable.
Now, fast forward to the summer of 2017…