NYC 1/2 Marathon Recap

28 Mar

Alternate title for this post: How to not train and blow your previous time out of the water

Projected finish time I signed up for : 1:50I actually laughed at this the night before the race

Projected finish time the morning of: 2:00

Actual finish time: 1:48

I’d just like to start by saying, I have no idea how I pulled this one off. A week and a half later I still haven’t figured it out. My only explanation: Never give up on the ability to surprise yourself.

Also, sorry this recap took so long. Jonathan took some great pictures of the weekend, but he of course lost the camera cord…so for now, no pictures. You’re going to have to settle for the really lovely pictures taken for the race, which are not so great. Basically twelve pictures of me looking completely miserable. Sorry, folks.

On to the recap…

I woke up at 5 am, ready and rearing to go. This might be the first and only race that I wasn’t a ball of nerves. I ate my standard breakfast, drank my coffee, stretched, taped my knee and was out the door by 5:45.

Taken with my phone so you get one good one. You're welcome.

We headed over to Jason and Nic’s place to meet them there and walk over to the corrals together. We also had Suzanne in tow -she came from Boston just to cheer us on!

I was in a different corral than Jason in Nicole but figured I wouldn’t be too far a head of them. Wrong. We had to walk about 6 blocks to get to my corral. I underestimated the sheer size of this race. 15,000 people is a lot. I finally found my corral, said my good-bye’s to Jonathan and Suzanne and waited around in the freezing cold for another 45 minutes.

The National Anthem finally came and went and we were allowed to start moving. I was so excited to start this race just to start moving and get warm. My body was literally shaking from being so cold. It only took about 10 minutes to get past the start line and we made our way around central park. The first few miles were typical – spent weaving around slower runners and trying to find a groove. I was initially concerned with how many people I was passing – I was either going out too fast or there were way too many people in corrals too fast for them. I crossed the one mile mark and saw 8:45 on my watch. Perfect, but that meant there were too many slow people in my corral.

A word to those of you who want to start racing. Do everyone a favor and be honest about your projected finish time. It’s incredibly annoying to have to dodge and dance around people that are much slower than you.

Ok, end rant.

At this point I honestly thought I would keep around an 8:45 pace. I didn’t have much of a plan except for make it to the finish line. My legs felt fast and I felt comfortable so I just continued to go by feel. There were a few miles were I know I clocked under 8 minutes, I just kept telling myself it was because there were so many hills and I must have caught some speed on the down hills. I still did not think I would be running this at the pace I was staying at.

I saw the family around mile 6 and then it was finally  time to head out of the Park. I was getting tired of the hills(especially the big one I seriously underestimated) and the paths were way too small to hold 15,000 runners and I spent most of it weaving in and out of people. Once we left Central Park, we turned on to a major street running right through Times Square. I have to say, this was one of my favorite running/racing moments I have experienced thus far. The path opened up into a huge three lane street with tons of cheering fans on either side with the view of Times Square in the distance. Compared to the cramped paths of Central Park, it really felt like you were running practically by your self down the streets of Manhattan. It was really, really cool and I will never forget it. At this point I was till feeling great – fast and comfortable. I held onto the quick pace I was running and tried to take in my surroundings.

That's me in the bottom left corner. Happy Times.

Then came mile 8. Oy, mile 8. I don’t know what it is about mile 8 in a half marathon, but it is always my least favorite. We turned out of the crowd-heavy, awesomeness of Times Square onto the crap that is the West Side Highway. The roads were terrible so it was hell on your feet and there was basically nothing to look at. Oh, except for the random stage with Polka dancers. Yes, you read that correctly. It was weird.

Not so happy times.

My biggest fear going into this had basically reared it’s ugly head midway through mile 8. It was if I ran full speed into a wall. I went from fast and comfortable to feeling like I had slowed to a crawl. I was also not anywhere near comfortable and very obviously undertained. I did all I could to keep going at a pace I could realistically hold for 5 more miles and just focused on getting to mile 9. I basically contuned this until I got to mile 10- unhappy and slow. I passed the ten mile mark and looked at my watch, expecting to have lost a lot of time. Surprisingly, I was still holding good pace so I decided I needed to snap out of it. My awful attitude needed to change. I knew I could still run a good race if I didn’t give up so I turned my music up and ignored any feeling of fatigue or doubt running though my head.

Super happy here, if you couldn't already tell. You'd think I was forced into this.

Mile 11 and 12 were much better for me and I could finally see an end in sight. I kept pushing forward and entered a tunnel at the end of mile 12. This was another one of my favorite parts. It was crowded and hot, but everyone was cheering a yelling as we ran though the tunnel and as you came out into the harbor you got zapped with a cold wind and views of the bridges as you ran under them. I also knew the race was finally coming to an end.

I ran past the the ‘800 meters to go’ sign and picked it up. I ran as fast as I could without puking until I finally saw the flags and crossed the finish line. I looked down at my watch and was completely shocked to see 1:48.

Relief, exhaustion, and satisfaction all rolled into one picture.

1:48. Holy Crap.

And as slow as I felt at the end of this race, my spilts were inpressively even.

5k: 25:58 – 8:18 pace

10k: 51:39 – 8:18 pace

15k: 1:17:11 – 8:16 pace

20k: 1:43:22 – 8:19 pace

13.1: 1:48:49 – 8:18 pace

So when I though I had lost minutes on my pace at miles 8-1o, I had actually only lost 3 seconds. Just goes to show things aren’t always as bad as they seem.

The only thing I can really take from this is 1. Never underestimate the ability to surprise yourself and 2. Never give up. Even when things feel impossible.

I am so happy I did this race, even though I dragged myself through the training. It was a great race and an overall great experience – if I block out mile 8.But I am also so happy to retire my cap from distance running for  while. I will obviously still continue to run, just with no pressure. This last year has given me a love for running I never had before, a deeper respect for my body and what it is capable of and an even bigger understanding of the phrase mind over matter. I look forward to getting back into it once I’m ready but for now I need to give myself a break. I know more than anything my body, and mind, needs it.

I’d like to give a big shout out to Jason and Nicole. This was ther first half marathon and they did awesome! They had a much better time than I did. Mostly because they actually trained for this – go figure!

Also, Jason was running and raising money for the Multiple Myeloma Research Fund. He managed to raise  a whopping $20, 000 dollars! Seriously impressive. This is a cause very close to the Feig family and if you would like to make a donation, please visit:

Until next time.

My Half @$$ed Half Marathon Training

14 Mar


Please excuse my brash header for this post, there’s just no other polite way to say it. 

On Sunday morning, I will be running the NYC Half Marathon through the streets of Manhattan. I wish I was more excite for this race because I really do believe it will a great race, I’m just not. 

You see, when I entered myself into the lottery for this race, I didn’t for one second think I had a shot in hell of getting in. So in stead if being crazy excited when I got the email that my application had been excepted, I actually stared at in disbelief, there must be some kind of mistake was my first thought, immediately followed by an oh crap. I have never, ever had good luck with any sort of lottery or random winner situation so I signed up not really giving it much thought…obviously.

So here I am, 12 weeks and lots of whining later and not any more excited than I was when I got that email. Did I train well? you ask, ummm no. No, I did not. I looked up a training program, wrote out on my calendar and probably looked at it twice. Whoops. Last week I ran a total of three miles. I think I was supposed to run somewhere around 12. Not good.

Will this be my best race? Probably not. Will I set a new personal record? I’m not counting on it. BUT, I can tell you one positive thing, I am definitely a much stronger, dare I say, faster runner than I was a year ago. I’m not sure how it happened but it did.

One year ago my average casual run pace was around 9 minutes, lately I’ve been hovering somewhere between 8:10 and 8:20. The only thing I can attribute this to is 1. My body is a lot more acclimated to distance running  2. I have upped my strength training tremendously which has made me a lot stronger and less injury prone and 3. Marathon training has shifted my endurance, mentally as well as physically. What constitutes a long run for me now would have been completely different a year ago. 30 – 45 minutes of running seems to go by in a blink when it used feel like work. 

Also, I managed to move to a neighborhood significantly hillier than my last one, if that’s possible. I can no longer avoid them, even if I try – and trust me I have tried! Check out a picture I snapped on my long run


Not really sure why I'm smiling here.


So, obviously I have also improved in the hill climbing department.

 I am trying my best to pump myself up for this race because I know that it can be enjoyable if I stop dreading it, plus I will have tons of crowd support which always helps. I also think I’ve done enough of these things to be fully aware of how un-fun they really are. Running a half marathon and racing a half marathon are two very different things. And we all know I’m entirely too competitive to let myself just run it. Trying to hang on to a fast pace after mile 8 is not easy task and I know all too well that feeling of I might actually die if I don’t slow down feeling and why, oh, why do I keep doing this to myself – This SUCKS feeling. All fun things to look forward to. 

So, I am trying my best to get excited about this upcoming race and the fact that this will more than likely be my last distance race for a while. Thank God.

Wish me luck! I’m going to need it!!



Brand New Goodness

24 Feb

Oh hey there! I bet you thought we were never coming back. I apologize for my brief blogging hiatus, things have been a little busy around these parts. I honestly cannot remember being this busy since my wedding planning days. All good things, thankfully, but we have had more than our share of new things in the works this month.

Which brings me to, our NEW apartment! This came to just as much of a shock to us than anyone else, we literally found this place 3 weeks ago and have already moved in. We have a bit of an overlap in both of our leases, so we are now the proud renters of not one, but two apartments. God forbid we do anything normal. I think it’s safe to say the savings account will not be getting very much love this month.

Here’s a few pictures of our new place. This is pre-move in, I’ll post a few once it’s more in order and there aren’t boxes everywhere.

Living room. Sadly, that's a non-working fireplace. Big tease.

Dining room

Jonathan's new office.

Bedroom #1. This is where we sleep.

Bedroom #2. Future baby Feig's sleeping quarters. Don't get too worked up, there is no baby yet. And, no, I will not be keeping those curtains. Gross.

Saving the best for last….

New kitchen with, what's that shiny little thing in the back?

a DISHWASHER! Sweet Jesus, life is good.


Our very own, sort of, washer/dryer! Doesn't get much better than this, people. Ok, maybe for you spoiled Florida folk it does. But for us, this is huge. For real. I'm not hard to please. Apparently.

We may be a bit farther into the burbs than I would have liked, but at some point you have to give up a few things you want to get what you need. What’s that song again?

Anyways, back to newness.

I also got a new CAR! I know, you guys are about to explode with excitement. Nothing makes you feel old like dishwashers, sedans, and the burbs.

Here’s a pic of the new ride:

Hi, I'm a Subaru Impreza and I get great gas mileage. And I'm pretty.

Also new to the Feig world…a sister!! Michael and Heather got married a few weeks ago in Florida and I couldn’t be more excited to add another sister to the mix! I now have FOUR! So lucky.

My beautiful new sister, Heather. It's almost unfair how gorgeous she looked. Also, best wedding ever. Seriously.

So, that’s about it for things I can show you in the blog. I’ll be back shortly with an update on half marathon training and other goodness going on in our lives.

Have a great weekend! I’ll be unpacking and running. Try and beat that, it’s not hard. I’m already jealous of you.

My 2012 Goals

4 Jan

Another year gone, another year older. I can’t even believe how fast 2011 came and went. I feel like it was just a few weeks ago we had entered 2011 and I was honeymooning in Argentina. Sniff.

Although I am sad to see such an amazing year go, I’m really excited about 2012 and hope to take what I learned last year and make this year even better.

Here are my 2012 goals and resolutions:

1. Run a spring half marathon.

I actually got into the NYC 1/2 Marathon in March so I’ve already started training and can cross this one off the list soon! I think it will help a lot with Winter blues and keeping my spirits up during the cold, bitter months. Having a goal and something to look forward to always makes the time go by faster and will (hopefully) make the Winter a bit more bearable. I’m not sure why this concept took me so long to figure out, but I’m super excited about it! What’s even more exciting is my sister-in-law, Nicole, got in too!

NYC 1/2 here we come!

2. Not have an End of Winter melt down.

This may sound easy to you, but this has happened very single Winter since I’ve lived here, 3 if anyone is counting. It’s ridiculous, childish and certainly not something I’m proud of.  I would really like to get through March and April without completely flipping out about how much I hate the cold and “why, oh, why do we live in such a horrible place”. And I cannot forget my husband’s personal favorite, “why do you make me live here”?? Yeah, I’m a child and I zero love for the Winter. Zero. I live in a cold place and no amount of crying or pleading with God will change that. I’m really hoping #1 helps with this.

See? Freezing and happy...I can do this!!

3. Run once a week BEFORE work, every week.

Anyone who knows me is well aware of my lack of early morning skills. The funny thing is every time I run in the early(ish) morning I am so happy I did and am not tired at all the rest of the day. My real issue lies in the act of actually getting out of bed before 7:30. It’s going to take a serous push but I think I can handle getting up before 7 once a week. Maybe.

4. Learn how to knit.

I’ve actually attempted this about three times. I’ve gotten as far as getting the hang of it and then would get busy and put it off then inevitably end up wishing I finished what I started. My goal is to finish at least one scarf( and maybe some baby socks) by the end of the year.

5. Exercise 4-6 days a week.

I started this last year when I decided to commit to being healthy(more on that later). I love the way I feel when I am exercising regularly and I know it’s really important to feeling strong and healthy.

6. Save more money.

I think this is an easy one. Spend less to save more, brilliant concept I know. I have a number in mind I would like to hit by 2013 and I know I will thank myself if I get there.

7. Find a church.

I’ve actually been to 4 different churches in Boston and only liked one of them, and that was only for aesthetic reasons.  I need to do a little more research and find a place I am comfortable at so I don’t to continue to be one of those people who only goes to church on holidays. Here’s hoping I don’t end up going to 52 before December 31st!

8. Practice Yoga at least one a week.

I love yoga and I always feel so much stronger and more flexible when I go regularly, it also makes me a better runner. I sort of fell off the band wagon at the end of the year due to the intensity of marathon training. My last class was my first one in a month or so and I spent the entire hour wobbly and unbalanced. I hope to keep my practice up this year and work on a few poses I couldn’t quite master last year.

9. Blog more.

I feel like I have been neglecting this site – sorry guys! Sometimes I don’t know what to write about and sometimes I don’t know if I’m totally boring people. To help me out here, please let me know if there is anything in particular you guys think I can improve upon or write more about(or less).

10. Travel to at least one new place.

Considering most of my traveling the past few years has been to Florida, Jonathan and I would really love to take a flight to some less familiar places. We have a trip in the works for the end of the Summer so hopefully this one won’t be too difficult to fulfill.

So that’s it. My top 10 things I would like to do in 2012. Hopefully the world won’t end before I finish!! Happy New Year!

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmakah!

8 Dec

Ok, way more like Christmas. I’m working on the Hanukkah – or Chanukah, or Hanika – part. Seriously, why are there so many ways to spell this holiday? It makes me crazy.

Anyways. December is here and that means Christmas music is played on the radio at all times(not Jonathan’s favorite part), Christmas shopping takes precedence over all other weekend activities, our home decor resembles Santa’s cottage and our apartment smells of delicious pine.

See, dreidels!

We got our tree the weekend after Thanksgiving and it may be one of my favorite trees ever. He’s perfectly round and tall and smells fantastic.

Bringing him home!

We got him home, put some lights on him then made him all fancy with ornaments and such. One of our favorite things to do when we go somewhere new is to buy a new ornament. I love having memories to unwrap and hang on the tree.

So handsome!

One of the traditions I have started since moving up to Boston(three years already!!) is that I try and do one Christmas/holiday related craft. This year I decided to make a banner. I absolutely love it and I can tell already this one will be around for a long time. How cute is it…

Merry and Bright!

Our festive living room

As for my holiday shopping, I pretty much banged it all out in one day. I did a very small amount of Black Friday shopping(read: one gift) and the only free weekend I have this month was this past weekend. With Jonathan out of town, I took full advantage and hit Newbury Street on Saturday morning.

I shopped ’till I dropped! Almost literally. I got there around 11 and left at 5:30. Six and half hours of shopping and I still have a few gifts left to buy! I had tons of fun though. I ended up finding some great gifts and got great deals with all the sales going on. Can’t beat that! I also love that there was live holiday music playing outside by different groups all along the streets while I shopped. It was probably one of my favorite Christmas shopping experiences ever.


There may or may not be things in there for myself. I have no discipline when good sales are involved.

Keeping with the holiday spirit, we are going to see the Boston Ballet’s The Nutcracker on my birthday. It was my only request! Ok, maybe not my only request, but certainly the most important. I have wanted to see this show since I moved up here, but somehow it never ends up happening. The Nutcracker is my all-time favorite Christmas story and something I hope, if I have a little girl someday, I can share with.

I’m extra excited about this Christmas because it is our first as a married couple. It is still hard for me to believe that it has been almost a year since our wedding day. I’m sort of in denial about the whole thing. I remember how slow the year leading up to it went, now I can’t seem to figure out how fast this past year has gone. Christmas, to me, has always been a very special and important time and I hope all these traditions we have started as a married couple will continue into our future family traditions. Jonathan hasn’t quite grasped the magic of Christmas and thinks I’m clinically insane for listening to holiday music for an entire month straight. I told him he will never understand it, nor do I expect him to, until we have small children. I remember very clearly just how magical Christmas was as a child and the feeling still resinates in me each and every season. I can’t wait to share the joy with my future children and experience it from my parent’s eyes.

Until then I am going to try and learn as much as I can about Channukah and the million ways to spell it. I have so much to learn and I am excited to merge all of Jonathan and my traditions together to make December and even more exciting and happy month.

Happy Holidays to you and yours!

Philadelphia Marathon Recap

29 Nov

So this post is a tad late, but I do have my reasons. I kept hearing from fellow marathoners that “just wait, in a week or so you’ll be itching to sign up for your next one.” Well, it’s been over a week and the only thing I feel is relief that my body is starting to get back to normal – certainly no future-marathon-itch feelings here. I was hoping my thoughts would change like everyone said they would.

I think there is something about your first marathon, being blissfully ignorant to the physical and mental pain you are about to endure. I’m not sure I could will myself into that kind of pain again. At least not for a long time.

Please don’t take this as anything negative. I, aside from the soreness in my legs, the total knock-you-out fatigue, the fantom bruises on my ankles and the lack of toe nails, only came out of this experience with positive feelings. It was the single hardest, most rewarding experience of my life thus far and I would never take it back. I learned just how far I can push, how much I can take, and most importantly that I can accomplish (almost)anything if I work hard enough for it. And boy, did I work for this one. Marathons are no joke and much more difficult than anyone can ever really prepare you for.

So, on to the recap…

Jonathan and I woke up bright and early to catch the morning train into Philadelphia on Saturday.We met up with the Nancy’s(our Moms), grabbed lunch and headed across the street to the expo. We walked around to visit the different vendors, snagged some free stuff and took a few obligatory pictures. We spent the rest of the day with Jason, Nicole and the girls and enjoyed a delicious pre-race dinner.

We got to bed a little later than hoped but I was more worried about not being able to sleep. I actually only woke up once during the night after a dream that I had finished the marathon, with complete ease and no pain. I was pissed when I woke up only to figure out moments later that no, I had not actually finished the marathon and I still had to run it. I would later see the irony of the pain-free experience I had in my dream. The next time I woke up was at an ungodly hour of 4 am when not two, not three, but 4 alarms went off – we were paranoid. I rose quickly, got dressed and tried my best to force down the pbj sandwich I had made for breakfast. For the record, I will probably never eat a pbj sandwich ever again. The mere thought of peanut butter makes me want to vomit. Anyway, I could tell my nerves were really starting to kick in and I tried my hardest to force down as many carbs as I possibly could and before I knew it it was time to go.

We marched out into the cold morning with the other thousands of runners to the start line. It was actually a pretty cool experience – walking out into the heart of Philadelphia before sunrise with thousands of runners all about to run 26.2 miles. The air was almost electric. We made it to the corral with ease and waited for the race to start. I didn’t feel too nervous but I was most definitely ready to get this over with. I was excited. I was about to run a marathon.

The first five or so miles were great. The crowds were awesome and we ran through all different parts of the city. Being my first time in Philly, it was really fun to “sight see” while running a marathon. I knew my family would be somewhere around mile five so I looked anxiously until I ran up to this

I was obviously excited. I was also happy that I chose to wear shorts instead of capris because I was already getting very warm. There were tons of girls in long sleeves and pants, I felt really bad for them but happy I didn’t make the same mistake.

Miles 7-13 were not my favorite. Not because of the course, I was just having a really difficult time. I was already tired and my stomach was seriously not cooperating. The nerves from the morning were still lingering and I had thrown up and swallowed it back down so many times I had lost count(running is sexy). Also the hills kicked in. I had overheard a man at the starting line telling his friend that “she wasn’t going to like the hill at mile 9. ” It’s safe to say I didn’t either. It was a winding wall of a hill that completely burned out my quads. I tried the best I could to not let my pace drop but all I could do was shuffle once I got to the top. By the time I got down the hill and entered mile 12 I was doing really poorly. I must have tightened up my shoulders too much on the hill because I had a horrible, blinding cramp on my left shoulder blade. With everything that was going on and knowing how far I still had left to go, I let doubt and fear slip in. I could feel the tears welling up and at that moment I honestly wasn’t sure if I was capable of finishing and it made me sad. Sad I was in so much pain, sad I had so far left to go, and sad I might disappoint everyone who was here to cheer me on. I looked up and yelled for Jonathan and asked him to rub out the knot in my shoulder. I took some advil, drank water and got a mini-massage(while running) and after about a mile my body finally decided it wanted to cooperate. I was feeling better.

We saw our family again at mile 13, although we almost missed them. I looked at Jason and gave the gun to my head signal(because I really wanted to die at this point) and kept going. I looked at the clock and saw we had run 13 miles in 2 hours – right on target. I was starting to feel better, my stomache was easing up and my spirits had definitely lifted.

Miles 14 – 17 were good. We ran along the river which I really enjoyed and passed some more spectators with awesome signs. My personal favorites were “Things that last longer than Kim Kardashien’s marriage: The Philadelphia Marathon”, “Keep running. Naked cheerleaders ahead” and “The best way out is through.”

I am most definitely not a sissy. Poor toenails.

My personal favorite

By the end of mile 17 Jonathan’s pace was starting to slow and by mile 18 I had passed him. I looked back to make sure he was there at the end of 18 and that was the last time I would see him until hours later. I approached mile 19 just thinking he had fallen a little behind and as I approached mile 20 I could see all of mile 19 next to me so I tried my best to find him but never did. The whole time I had told myself that I wasn’t allowed to walk until I got to mile 20, no exeptions. I was so focused on finding Jonathan that I had completely missed the 20 mile marker and by the time I got to 21 I was going down hill and I knew I couldn’t stop on a decline. I also knew Jason and Nicole would be somewhere between miles 23 and 25 so I focused on just making it to them.

Right as I passed mile 21 a woman cheering had shouted out “This experience is almost over. You’re almost done!” That was the first time I had actually believed I could finish. I picked up my pace and turned the music up. I was happy, I was almost done and I could stop running soon. Even though I was happy I was also starting to really hurt. My quads felt like they were going to explode, my ankles were killing me and my lower back was in a lot of pain. I was feeling every mile. Most of all, I was completely drained. It took every once of willpower to just keep putting one foot in front of the other. I kept the inner dialog at a constant telling myself I had come this far, I could not quit now. I wanted so badly to stop running, for this torture to over with. As I (slowly)passed miles 23 and 24, I saw three people laying on the side of the road getting medical attention and two people hurled over their knees puking. I thought to myself “this could be a lot worse” so I kept going and pushed a little harder. I also knew that if I was to stop I might not have the energy to propel myself back to running and I knew at this point walking was going to hurt just as much a running so I kept going repeating every mantra I could think of to keep me motivated.

Mile 25 came and I finally saw the top of Jason’s head. I starting walling my arms to get their attention with a huge, goofy smile plastered on my face. I have probably never been that excited to see two people in my life. Nicole promised to run with me the last few miles so I knew I had some help. Someone to distract me from the pain and keep me motivated.

I can’t begin to describe how much Nicole running with me meant. She kept me happy, distracted and motivated. She talked to me the whole time telling me how great I was doing and letting me know when each mile marker was coming. I was in so much pain at this point and having someone to talk to and yell profanities at (sorry, Nic) was amazing. I honestly don’t know how I would have made it those last few miles, the most difficult miles, without her. I hope to repay her at the NYCM sometime soon.

Nicole let me know to look ahead because the finish line was in sight. I could see the banner and the crowds were getting much thicker, I decided I was close enough to the finish to sprint. I have no idea where this sudden burst if energy came from and I can’t remember the last time I had sprinted that fast. As I was approaching the finish a man came up next to me, looked at me and said “let’s do this” and we both took off even faster, racing to the finish line. I threw my arms up and let out a huge laugh and hugged the man I will never see again. I turned around to find Nicole, ran up to her and gave her the biggest hug I could muster. I just ran a marathon, I was finally done.

I proceeded to get my medal and sit on the grass to stretch while I waited for Jonathan to finish. I was really worried about him but finally after about an hour my mom came over to tell me that Jason had texted Nancy and said they were coming towards the finish. It was really fun to watch him cross the finish line, although I hated that we didn’t get to finish together. I hate that Jonathan had such a hard time with his stomach and it breaks my heart that he didn’t have the race he deserved. But, like most things in life, there is only so much you can control and it just wasn’t his day. I am so amazed by how well he handled it – no tears, no fits of frustration, he was just happy he finished. I would have thrown an absolute fit and would have probably cried for days afterwards. He is a better man than I.

The Philadelphia Marathon’s slogan for the weekend was ‘Best Time of your Life.’  I can’t say it was the best time of my life, I think my wedding day was slightly more enjoyable, but it was one of the best experiences of my life. I had a great time, learned so much about myself, and fulfilled a dream that until mile 21 I never really thought was possible. I have never been more proud than when I finally crossed that finish line and I hope that the knowledge I gained from this experience resonates into the rest of my life. Because in all honestly, if I can run a marathon, with a lot of hard work and determination what can’t I do?

A big THANK YOU to everyone who supported us not only through the weekend but also through the training. It means so much to us to have so many people in our life that care about us and are there for constant support. If any of you are thinking about running a marathon, do it. I truly believe that anyone willing to put in the time and effort is capable. It is an amazing experience that is like nothing else. Just be warned – it’s gonna hurt!

Race Week

15 Nov

Holy Moly. How did this happen? Didn’t I just have six weeks left?? Seriously, time flies. A little too fast for me these days.

In four days I will be running my first marathon. I’m not really sure it’s hit me or maybe I’m just handling this a lot better than expected, because I’m really not nervous or scared or freaking out…not even a little bit. I’m actually really excited!

I’ve had every co-worker in my office ask me at least once how I’m feeling/if I’m scared/Aren’t you nervous?? And my sister called me this weekend with an opening line of “Are you TOTALLY freaking out?!?”…ummm, no but should I be?? I’m making myself nervous by how calm I am.

In all honesty, yes I am nervous but I know there is absolutely nothing I can do right now except be excited. I can’t do anything about my training at this point – it it what it is. The weather is completely out of my control – please God, don’t let it rain. I know everything I have to do to make sure I am in the best possible shape for Sunday – eat, sleep, stay hydrated, don’t trip on anything. And I am trying my best to be super organized and cross off every item on my list so that I’m not forgetting anything and adding unneeded stress – don’t forget the running shoes and the ipod, everything else can be bought. And train tickets – do NOT forget the train tickets!

There’s really not anything left to do but get excited and eat lots and lots of carbs(tough, I know). Because let’s be honest, does anyone(accept me) really care what my time is? Probably not. I’m not exactly in this to win anything. And at the end of the day, not matter what the time on the clock says I just crossed the finish line of a marathon. A MARATHON! Not that many people can say that. Not that I wouldn’t love to run a 4 hour marathon, I know I have zero idea about how my body will react to the extra 6.2 miles I have never run and I don’t want to ruin the experience for myself if I end up having to walk three of those. I want to enjoy this experience I worked so hard for and this may just be the last time I do this (probably  not). I may hate the marathon and I may love it, hoping for the latter.

I’m also excited because of how much support Jonathan and I will have on race day. I am truly blown away that 6(!) of my family members are taking time out of their lives to come cheer us on – granted one of them is a mere 9 weeks old and will probably be sleeping. And let’s be honest, who could not get excited at the sight of this:

Spectators take not: THIS is how you cheer on a runner!

For those of you cannot make it(we still love you), you can follow Jonathan and I via text message. The Philadelphia Marathon has a feature that let’s you get text messages that will tell you every five miles how we are doing. So, if you are interested in this please go to this link:

Don’t forget to read the instructions on the page.

So, in the next four days, fourteen hours and eighteen minutes and am going to try and stay excited, not stress out, load up on carbs, stay hydrated and try not hurt myself or get sick(this one,those of you who know me well enough know, will probably be the most difficult). Please say a few prayers for us.

The next time I write a post we will (hopefully)be MARATHONERS!