You can imagine my nerves as this weekend approached and I realized that after eight months, this grand idea was actually going to happen whether or not I was ready or not.
The first ten miles of the race were great. I ran with my little sister and she told me details about all of the college boys she's dating. But at mile 10, I told her that it was time to leave me because I was going to do what I needed to (meaning go slow) in order to get over that finish line. She left me and cruised through the rest of the marathon. And I kept going.
About halfway between mile 16 and 17 I almost gave up. My body decided that it'd had enough and I started to get that feeling you get right before passing out. I slowed down and walked very slow for about a quarter mile trying to decide whether or not I wanted to just quit at the first aid tent until I found some incredible spectators who were holding a huge bowl of candy - sour patch kids and Swedish Fish. I took two and never looked back. From then on my body recovered (with the help of a ton of other spectators who were passing out food/drinks to the runners) and I was able to get back into the race mentally.
And when I "Beat the Bridge" (passed mile 20 within a certain time limit), I have never felt more proud of myself because at that point, I knew I could do it. And I did. I finished a marathon yesterday.
Let me give you a piece of advice. If you're going to run a marathon, run the Marine Corp Marathon. In one word, it was incredible. I've now run 12 half-marathons and one full and this was by far the best race I've ever done. There were supporters everywhere, the course is beautiful, and there is just something inspiring about being served water and cheered on by marines who serve our country. It really is the country's friendliest marathon.












