When I toed the starting line at my first marathon in 2007, I had one goal: to finish. The weather was incredibly hot that day. So hot, in fact, that they called off the race long before I finished. I was re-routed, and after all the training and hard work, I ran about 17 miles that day. I got a medal, but I didn’t run 26.2 miles. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
So in 2008, my goal, again, was to finish. My friend Melissa and I finished together, in San Francisco, hand in hand. When I called my parents to tell them I’d done it, I was crying so hard that my mom thought I was hurt! I was just so proud.
In 2009, I had a new goal. A marathon time that started with a five. I still stood by my mantra, “Forward is a pace,” but told a few people that I really wanted to get that 5:59:59 one day. Spoiler alert: didn’t get it that year. In fact. the Official End of Race Vehicle beat me. But with my friend Barb and my new friend David Wallach by my side, I still crossed that finish line and finally got a Chicago Marathon medal that I earned.
In 2010, I worked my tail off on my running. Race day brought warm conditions, but my happiest marathon to date. I didn’t chase down my 5:59:59, but I crossed the finish line with my former student, Kay, and I beat the end of the race! A 6:08 marathon felt amazing.
In 2011, I temporarily lost my mind and trained for a Half Ironman triathlon and put running on hold. One month before that race, I got a nasty IBD flare. I spent the rest of 2011 and most of 2012 trying to get my disease under control. I ran two half marathons with Team Challenge, finally got a second opinion, and my diagnosis was changed from ulcerative colitis to Crohn’s disease. I spent time getting my medications in order and finding the right mix for me.
And this year, in 2013, I finally felt healthy enough to take on my old friend, the marathon. I planned to run the Chicago Marathon, but wasn’t able to get an entry to the race. I set my sights on the Twin Cities Marathon, a race from Minneapolis to St. Paul, Minnesota.
A race with a very strict 6-hour time limit. If I didn’t finish in time, I wouldn’t get a medal… I wouldn’t even get a race shirt! But, spoiler alert: I did it. With time to spare!
The race was on October 6, and I’m still so proud I could burst. I can’t wait to tell you all about how I finally got it this time!
Anyone else chase down some goals lately? Got a dream you’re working towards?