My first full marathon was on October 16th, 2011. I ran the Detroit Free Press Marathon and I can honestly say it was one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. It took me a little under four and a half hours to run the entire 26.2 miles. Come with me as I reminisce on that glorious day...
The day was Saturday 10/16/11 and the start of the race was at 7 a.m. Manal and I arrived at the start line at about 6 a.m. It was still dark out when we arrived, the sun had yet to rise. Whenever there are group runs there are pace teams which are people who run at a certain pace the entire race. They hold a sign so that you know what their pace is and you can gauge your speed, or keep yourself at a certain speed by following a pace team. Anyhow, we found the pace team we wanted to follow and waited for the race to start. There were people all around us; stretching, talking, eating, etc. I remember stretching, but also just taking in the view of thousands of people around me in excellent shape getting ready to run. Everyone was so happy and friendly. I felt excited, nervous, and anxious all at once to run the longest distance I've ever run in my life. The only down side of the entire event was the port-a-potties and the long lines to use them! If you ever are going to participate in a run... try and use the bathroom before you start! Those port-a-potties still give me nightmares.
Right before the race was going to begin, they announced that we will be singing the national anthem, so everyone stood up and thousands of voices sang together the star spangled banner. Once the anthem was over, the horn sounded and the race began! I knew that once the horn sounded that it was the start to a long journey ahead of me. A real test of my body's endurance and strength. My biggest fear was that my body would not be able to run the 26.2 miles. I knew my mind was ready for it, but my body had never been pushed to that extreme. The longest I had run prior to the marathon was 17 miles.
So the race began, and I had my power song on which was Akon's "Taking if off." I remember the music blasting in my ears and me feeling amazing. The run started in Detroit, but within the first couple/few miles we ran over the Ambassador bridge into Windsor, Canada. It was quite an awesome experience running across such a monumental landmark and crossing over countries. I literally ran to another country! We ran a couple miles in Canada and then returned to Detroit in the underground tunnel. The tunnel was a little rough to run through because it was pretty hot and stuffy down there. Once we got back to Detroit I was still feeling great. At the halfway mark, 13.1 miles, the half marathoners ended their race so my friend Manal and I had parted ways at that time. I knew at that point I still had a long run ahead of me and I was running it all by myself.
I really was enjoying seeing Detroit in a way I had never seen it before. I got to run on Belle Isle and run through the whole park. I saw Indian Village and the million dollar mansions that are there. I saw very impoverished parts of Detroit that I might have never seen if I didn't run the marathon. I really got to get a feel for the city.
As the miles went on the water stations became food stations. I think at miles 16-24 they were giving out bananas, granola bars, and some places were even giving out beer! I had wore a fanny pack for the run (YES! a fanny pack) so that I could carry some food with me. I knew that I would need some energy during the run and, believe me, it makes a difference when you have food to fuel you during a race.
So I made it to mile 21 without ever feeling tired and winded, but at mile 21 I suddenly felt like I had "hit the wall." My body longer could go any faster or any slower if I wanted it to. I became a robot and was stuck running at whatever pace I was running at. My mind was telling my body to keep going, and I did keep going, but my body felt like a machine. I couldn't really feel anything. I went numb. I knew that if I started walking that I would not be able to run again for the entire race. I forced myself to keep running which was so difficult. The worst part is that they have markers for every mile. I kept waiting to see the sign stating "Mile 22.. Mile 23... Mile 24... Mile 25" Those were the longest five miles of my life!
Finally, at Mile 25 I got a burst of energy... I knew it was the last mile of the run. I felt a burst of vitality run through me. I picked up my pace and I ran that last 1.2 miles with a huge smile on my face and so much pride. I crossed the finish line to find Manal there waiting for me. It was a huge accomplishment on both of our parts. Her first half marathon and my first full and WE DID IT!!! I crossed that finish line and once my body stopped running I think my body literally went into shock. I could barely sit and it was as if a current was going through me. I just made my body run for four and a half hours! After sitting for some time I got the strength to walk to the car. We went to potbelly's and ate like our lives depended on that meal and it was a great day. A day I will never forget. A day I had trained and worked so hard for and accomplished my goal.
I hope and pray that everyone can find something that they are passionate about. I hope and pray that everyone can set goals for themselves and work hard to achieve those goals.
Peace, love, and happy running!