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My First Marathon

This isn’t going to be an inspirational post where I tell you about all the pain and suffering I endured to get to the finish line of my first marathon.  It’s going to be a post about the night before my first marathon.  All the experienced marathoners and coaches said, “You’ve put the miles in, you’ll do great!”  That didn’t help the nerves.

I spent a lot of time on my feet on Friday.  We flew into Orlando early Friday morning for the Disney Marathon.  My room wasn’t ready, so I had nowhere to take a nap.  We went to the Expo to pick up our race packets, and I made the mistake of walking all over the convention center.  My legs and feet were dog tired by the end of the day.  I spent Friday night in bed with my feet propped on a pillow.

Saturday, I did as little as I could.  The hotel was so spread out that you had to walk for 10 minutes just to get to the restaurant or anywhere else in the hotel.  I tried my best to rest and relax, but I was still exhausted.  I thought it would be a good idea to go straight to my room after dinner, put my feet up and drink some Gatorade.  I laid out my clothes and put my racing bib on my shirt.  I made sure everything was ready because the alarm was going to go off at 4:00 AM.  I then went to bed while watching TV and tried to fall asleep.  It was about 10:00 and I think I fell asleep by 11:00.

When I heard my alarm, I jumped out of bed, turned off the alarm I set on my phone, and started making the coffee.  I went to the bathroom and then started getting dressed.  I was like a well oiled machine and all my planning was going to pay off!  That was when I looked at the bedside alarm clock only to realize it was 1:00 in the morning!  I swore I heard my phone alarm go off, so I checked it out.  It was still set for 4:00.  I only dreamed it went off!

So now it’s 1:00 and I have all this adrenaline flowing through my body.  It took a while, but I fell asleep eventually.  When the real alarm clock went off, I started the process all over again.  I was kind of pissed the coffee was now cold, so I did a 5-Hour Energy drink instead.  I then took the long walk to the room where we were supposed to gather.

I won’t bore you with the details of the race.  After the race, I went to the Team in Training tent with Gina and Jodie, with whom I had trained for months.  That’s when I found out that Jodie, who ran a ½ marathon on Saturday and the full marathon on Sunday, beat my marathon time.  I was okay with that until I found out she stopped to take pictures with all the Disney characters that were out on the course!  I was whining about walking too much during the Expo and she ran a ½ marathon the day before running the same marathon I ran!  And she stopped along the way to enjoy the scenery!!!

Finally, in the tent Judy Perkinson was doing her best to make sure I was okay and that I had everything I needed.  She followed me as I walked toward the edge of the tent and asked if I was okay.  I said, “I just need to get rid of a little gas.”  The look on her face was priceless as she turned immediately around and walked away!

The experts say you should just concentrate on finishing the marathon when it’s your first.  I have to agree with that, although I had a time goal in mind.  I wasn’t quite as nervous before running the Flying Pig for my second marathon.  I ran it ten minutes faster than Disney and Cincinnati has hills!  I’m about to run my 3rd marathon and I’m even less nervous than before.  Even so, you never forget your first time!

When Life Gives You Lemons

Many times in my life, I’ve been presented with challenges that would kill a normal person.  By kill, I mean make them freak out and obsess about what is happening to them.  I have been guilty of this, but it’s usually the petty, small stuff that sets me off (traffic lights turning red just as I’m approaching makes me curse the light’s very existence, for example).  The big stuff has no visible effect on me.

If you were to watch me react when I got the phone call telling me Dad died, you would have thought it was a call telling me you made meatloaf for dinner.  Even though his death was expected, it was still an unwelcome phone call in the middle of my work day.  I took the news, internalized it, and went back to work.  I didn’t know what else to do at that moment.  I told my supervisor at the end of the day about the phone call and he was shocked that I didn’t just pack up and leave for the next few days.

I have had other moments in life that challenged me.  I’ve had to endure IRS agents, a head-on collision while driving a Mazda Miata, the death of both parents, divorce (especially challenging was telling my kids), losing a job, and on and on.

I need time to process “lemon giving” moments in life.  I am a problem solver, so I need time to analyze, evaluate, and solve the problem.  I used to live with a woman who freaked out constantly because I wasn’t solving my problems on her timetable.  When I’m faced with something I  just can’t solve, I put it aside and keep living my life as normally as possible.  As I go about my day distracting myself from the problem at hand, you may wonder why I’m not freaking out constantly.   I freak out internally and find something to do that helps take my mind off of the problem.  By doing this, I always come up with a way to solve the problem.  The solution is never apparent during the freak out stage.  It always comes to me during a calm moment.

While I do go about my problem solving in a very internal and personal way, I rely on family and friends to help me – if only to distract me.  When I’m with someone and we’re enduring the same stress (bad service at a restaurant, waiting in line endlessly, watching the Reds lose again), I love it when the other person freaks out for me!  I get to laugh and make fun of the stress when the other person complains!  Let’s face it – if they didn’t freak out, I’d have to do it for them!

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