I can still remember last Thursday morning like it was yesterday. I woke up filled with excitement because I knew I had to get through one workday and then it was time to hit the road for Nashville. As the day progressed, I started getting a really bad earache and burning in my throat. I remember saying to myself, “Aint happenin’. Tomorrow at this time I’ll be almost to the race expo and there’s no way in hell I’m going to be sick for this race.” Two hours later the cold sweat began. I was in such denial that it was happening. Then, it hit me like a sack of bricks. Sore throat, ear pain and sneezing; I immediately asked to leave work early.
Sure enough, I had a 102 temperature and a severe ear and sinus infection. Talk about a kick in the gut. And, to top it off, this superb, sweet doctor said (while tears are pouring out of my red, itchy eyes), “Yea, Mary, you’re running a marathon SATURDAY? Um, that’ll be a DOOZY with this sickness.” If anyone knows my “true colors” you’ll believe me when I tell you that I gave her the infamous Nicole stink eye and said, “awesome.” She made it out the door right before the stethoscope was about to hit her in the back of the head… but that’s a different story.
Fifty zillion tears later, it was Friday morning and I had all the essentials packed, including my antibiotics and cough drops. On the road we go…
Friday is supposed to be the LETS EAT EVERRYYTTHHIINNGGG DAY! CARB ME. CARB ME. I CAN’T SLEEP! IM PUMPED. WE ARE ABOUT TO EMBARK ON OUR FIRST MARATHON. FEED ME! PIZZA. BREAD. BEER. Instead, at least for me, it was a quick trip to the expo, a four-hour nap, and a salad with a half of a slice of pizza. The lack of food I ate on Friday had A LOT to do with my lack of energy and nausea during the race.
After taking my medicine, feeling sorry for myself, praying I would wake up 100%, and setting my alarm for 4AM I was out for the night.
After only getting about 4 hours of “sleep” I finally got up, got dressed, and made it down to the lobby. Oh, did I mention that I felt WORSE than I did before? I was starving, which is the worst feeling to have when you’re about to run 26.2 miles and what I hoped to be a filling breakfast turned into half a slice of a bagel and 4 bites of oatmeal. Not good. But, there was no time for negativity. Time to suck it up!
We were suppose to start in Corral 11, but that turned into corral 25 since we had to wait 50 minutes to use the porta-potty. The only good thing about waiting was running into LEAH! And, of course, I was in tears. After lots of hugs and some good encouragement from Leah we headed to the start line.
Mile 1-2- Excitement started kicking in and I figured it was too late to feel sorry for myself. Time to run!
Then came mile 3- if you’re a woman you can imagine what happened at mile 3 and how bad this part sucked. (I’m sorry if this grosses someone out, but it’s life.) That would explain our 5k taking 33 minutes… 8 of these were spent running off course to a gas station, waiting in line for a restroom and running back on course.
Mile 4-12- I was cramping and my throat was very dry. I was slowly, but surely losing steam. Negative thoughts kicked in and I was very discouraged. It was WAY TOO SOON to feel this way, but I was trying to fight it. I told Katie to run ahead at mile 12.5 and I’d try to catch up in a minute. Took a Gu at mile 6 and mile 12.
Mile 13-15 – Katie kept a little ahead of me and during these 3 miles she would wait at the water stations just to make sure I did not cut out early… which, I hate to admit, but I was seriously considering branching off at the half way mark. I was starting to feel shaky and nauseous. My stomach was growling and my head felt like I could pop it with a needle.
Mile 16- boring and I was alone. I cried and cried, ready for the pain to subside and numbness to set in. I saw Adam on the corner and I melted. He could tell how sick I felt and immediately took off his shirt and started running beside me. I’m not sure how he managed to trot along without complaining for the next 10 miles but he did it and I thank him for encouraging me after I had just tried to quit. I saw my mom, Alanna, Mrs. Chris and Mr. Scott. My mom was in tears when she heard what happened at mile 3 and how terrible I was still feeling. My dad and Gerold were at the finish line to pick up Emily. I was so happy to know Emily, Alli and Kate were done with the half!
Mile 16-20- a lot of tears and my feet were numb. I blame the sickness on feeling so drained because I had run this far before with little problems. I was running on E. If Adam wouldn’t have jumped in with me I know I would have just sat down and given up. I felt this drained and mentally broken down. Took a Gu at mile 18.
I call this “near death 20 through 26”-
Mile 20 and 21- I was dragging and physically ready to collapse. My legs were shaking and I walked about two minutes during each of these two miles to have a drink and I also grabbed peanut butter crackers from a table. Crying and shaking I was ready to throw in the towel. Then, I saw LEAH AND AMY! (Alleluia) They were running up with Katie and I knew they were going to push me to the end. According to the medical staff I was “ghostly white.” They tried to pull me off the course, but Leah wasn’t having it! Amy grabbed me a water and we went on.
Mile 22-24 BORING! We had to run around a golf course. I remember seeing 4 people clapping and cheering. It was very discouraging, but Amy and Leah kept pushing me along. Amy found me a Gatorade and we slowly, but surely kept trucking along. I walked about four minutes between these 2 miles but needed those minutes to eat some pretzels and drink the Gatorade. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Mile 25-26- when I say these two miles were a blur, I mean it. If I hadn’t eaten those pretzels and had the Gatorade I would have blacked out. That’s how weak and depleted I was. All I can remember is Leah saying, “COME ON BABY YOU’RE ALMOST THERE! THIS IS IT!!!! ONE MORE HILL! ONE MORE HILL AND YOU GET TO STOP!” In the middle of tears and pain I felt comfort rush over me. I knew she was right and I knew I was about to make it. Adam was smiling so big and he kept saying, “Nicole, I’m so proud of you. You’re almost done. You’re being so strong!!” And Katie didn’t have to say anything.. just having her beside me was enough.
Mile 26-26.2 Katie and I lost it. It was like nothing I had ever experienced and the feeling was nothing you can imagine. We made it over the hill, tears and sweat pouring, and we heard the cheers roaring at the finish line.
Katie looked at me and said, “This is it! We did it! MARATHONERS!” I remember seeing everyone who came to cheer us on in tears. My dad was yelling SO loud and I knew how proud everyone was, which put everything into perspective.
I’m not sure how I got through those 26.2 miles. I’m not sure how Katie had the patience to be such a strong and understanding friend. I’m not sure how Adam managed to bust out 10 miles when he couldn’t even make two with me last week. I’m not sure how Leah and Amy have so much passion and love in their hearts to encourage us through that tough time. I’m not sure how our friends and family’s felt waiting and waiting for us to come over that hill, but somehow everyone did what they had to do. And, thank God they did, because I can say, honestly, I’m glad I didn’t feel good. I’m glad I was sick and cramping and tired and hot. I knew all along it wouldn’t be easy. I knew it would take some soul-searching and pain to call myself a Marathoner. And, I know now, that if I can run a marathon under those conditions, I am capable of taking on anything this world has to offer.
26.2 baby! Slapping this puppy on my back window!