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Thankful Things Thursday: Marathon Edition
Question: What’s my grace period for marathon obsession? I hope it’s not over yet, because in today’s edition of Thankful Things Thursday my happy thoughts are all mostly marathon related.
I could talk about other things if you want, like the fact that my apartment building hasn’t had hot water in a week (showering has been a blast) or I could address that time (uh, this morning) that I tripped on nothing and bit it on the sidewalk.
But I just think talking about the Hamptons Marathon is more fun. For at least a few more days. Cool? Great.
On with the gratitude…
I’m thankful for my training. Coach Cane prepared me incredibly well for my first marathon. So well, in fact, that when I lined up to start the race — and even in the days during my taper — I never once feared that I wouldn’t finish the race. Yes, I worried about my pace and I worried about what would happen when I encountered those whorey hills. But everyone advised to “trust my training,” and that didn’t take much convincing. Coach Cane was fantastic to work with and I’m so deeply appreciative for all of his help, guidance and rapid email response time.
Coach Cane, now that the race is over, please don’t break up with me. I already miss you and your training plans…
I’m thankful the weather held out. All day Friday the Hamptons experienced brutal downpours. I was convinced I’d be running for four hours in torrential rain and winds. I was pumped when I woke up on Saturday and Brian alerted me that it wasn’t raining. Lots of people complained about the humidity that day, but I think I was so out of it and focused on everything else that could go wrong that I was just fine with rain-free conditions.
I’m thankful I started out slowly. My biggest fear was getting caught up in the excitement and letting my adrenaline carry me through the first half of the race.
Instead I checked my watch every two seconds to stay on pace and felt amazing for the first 13 miles. Slow and steady didn’t win the race, but it was a smart tactic for me.
Also, thank you Brightroom. I fully intend to steal many of your photos to use throughout this post. Watermark be damned.
I’m thankful I had no stomach problems during the race. That was, without a doubt, my greatest fear. I did not want to have to stop and…you know… Luckily that wasn’t an issue. My stomach felt great the entire time and the three Gus I chowed down on digested just fine. Looks like I win this round, Crohn’s disease.
I’m thankful for my incredible support squad. It’s like the Sweat Squad, but different. I am still in awe that my parents drove all the way from New Hampshire, my brother and his wife drove all the way from Boston and Lauren and Meghan made the trip out from the city. I feel so lucky and so blessed to have such supportive, wonderful people in my life.
Also, their signs were spectacular.
I’m thankful my friends and family were exactly where they said they’d be — and I’m thankful I didn’t have to worry about finding them. One of my biggest fears leading up to Race Day was that I wouldn’t see my family along the course. I worried that they’d get lost driving along, or that they would miss me or that they’d be so deep in the crowd of spectators that we wouldn’t make eye contact.
Yeah, those weren’t exactly problems. They positioned themselves every few miles, and as soon as someone could spot me (usually Meghan and Lauren) I would hear a scream (usually from Lauren) saying “HERE SHE COMES!!!” And then they screamed their faces off for me.
Confession: I was so negatively convinced that I wouldn’t see my family that I bet Brian $50 on it.
I owe him some dollars I guess.
So to my family: Thank you for being out there. Thank you for showing up, thank you for cheering and thank you for jumping up and down with those giant signs in your hands. You made me a very happy runner.
I’m thankful for Mrs. Coach Cane. That badass pregnant chick got me through the end of the race. I know I would have been disappointed if I didn’t go full out at the very end of the marathon.
She convinced me that I did have enough left in me to push it, and every time I watch that finish line video, I’m so proud that I attempted to haul ass to wrap up the race. I owe that to her and her genius words of motivation. I am so excited for her and Coach Cane to have their baby. I hope it’s born wearing a pair of Brooks. Somehow…magically…
I’m thankful I ran a marathon. Hell yeah I am.
There were times that the race was hard. Really hard. I wanted to give up. I felt too much pain. But I kept going. And I finished the thing.
I faked some smiles along the way…
…but I definitely didn’t have to fake a smile at the finish.
I’m only kind of thankful for that post-race massage. That guy killed me. I am still convinced he was trying to remove my head and not “massage my shoulders.” I’m not embarrassed to show you this attractive and flattering photo:
But I guess it was good, because I’m alive now. Thanks to that guy, maybe.
I’m thankful I can walk again. I’ve pushed it a bit more than I maybe should have this week — I did spinning last night and ran six brutally slow miles this morning. But I’m feeling good and even though my legs are definitely still fatigued, I’m glad I’m not sore anymore.
Right after the race, on the other hand? I remember Lauren asking me to pose for a photo and I wanted to cry because it hurt so bad just to stand.
I’m thankful for good wine. Brian and I (it’s so fun using his name now — so easy!) bought two bottles of wine from Wolffer Estates and I’m pretty excited about drinking them this weekend.
I’m not sure what he’s going to have though. Oh snap.
I’m thankful I’m heading out of town in the most low-key way possible this weekend. Brian and I are spending the weekend in a town outside the city. Cashing in on hotel rewards points is a good idea. The hotel has a spa (post-marathon massage!) and, more importantly, a hot tub and a bar. Now I just need to find out if it’s possible to get a massage while in the hot tub and drinking a giant glass of anything.
I’m thankful for Run For The Rabbit. I somehow got chosen for this campaign and out of it I got a running coach, lots of great gear from JackRabbit Sports, a whole slew of new friends and a boyfriend. I’d say that’s a dang good deal.
I’m thankful for all the wonderful comments on my marathon recap post. I am still pretty overwhelmed and can’t wait to re-read those fantastic comments whenever I need a pick-me-up. Thank you, thank you, thank you for being so nice.
I’m thankful for Oreos. More specifically, Double Stuffed Oreos drowned in milk. (If you stare at the word Oreo for a long time — deciding whether or not it gets an apostrophe — it doesn’t really look like an actual word anymore.)
I’m thankful I can wear jeans to work. Because any further effort today would have been far too exhausting.
I’m thankful for my new bag. It was a pre-marathon gift and I’m obsessed with it. I also feel a little spoiled. But it has lots of pockets, which is crucial for an organization freak such as myself.
I’m thankful I raised a crap load of money for the Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation. $20,000 = a crap load.
I’m thankful this hectic week is almost over. It’s been killer.
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO: Tell me what you’re thankful for today! If you’re thankful for the pen you stole from a restaurant the other night, that’s normal. You should be thankful for that…even if your coworker did judge you a little bit for taking it.