Last night Mike and I went to go see Spirit of the Marathon II with our friends Amber and Greg, I loved it!
Mike and I watched Spirit of the Marathon before we ran our first half marathon back in 2011.
Mike cheering me on to the finish
I'm not going to give anything away for those who haven't watched the movie. It's not like there is a big secret or anything but I want you to witness the stories firsthand for yourself. I will just say that there were times that I was tearing up, smiling, laughing and agreeing with the people included in the movie.
It made me think about our first marathon, my first finish and Mike's first attempt, the Wineglass Marathon.
The first half went wonderfully (although I could tell prior to crossing the mat at the halfway point that I had gone out too fast).
Still running strong, and running period
The second half was mentally tough. I had already started to run out of steam and then combine that with seeing Mike decide to DNF, I didn't know if I could go on. I had to dig deep down inside of me and somehow, anyway that I could, finish that marathon.
This is sometime during the second half, smiling though I hurt so bad
They say you will always remember your first marathon. I will and I am starting to forget the bad times and remember the good times. Like our friend Mark, running up to me at the best possible moment to help push me further. A perfect stranger offering some of her energy chews to me (I didn't take any). A pacer running by me and as I was walking patting me on the back to try to push me forward. Another stranger telling me to stick with him because he was going to get under 5 hours and then as I passed him in the end I tried to do the same for him.
I will also remember my second marathon, the Cleveland Marathon, for different reasons. It was our redemption race and Mike's first marathon finish. It was special and although it didn't go the way either of us wanted - we crossed the finish line happy.
Mike and I also were a part of something else that is truly special: running with our friend during her first marathon.
We love Crystal!
I have yet to have a second half of a marathon go well for me, I am hoping that changes at our upcoming marathon in October. I will not be racing this marathon, although that could change the day of, but rather I am running it for fun. It is my hometown marathon, the Mount Desert Island Marathon, and I want to soak up running in a place that I love.
I will have Mike there with me, our friend Isaac and our friends Crystal and Joe. I hope to get to meet some other bloggers and runners that I know are running the marathon. I hope that my parents will come cheer for us and see us at the finish line. And I hope, no I know, I will cross the finish line happy.
So the marathon.
It's the little moments. It's the sign you read at mile 20 that makes you laugh and the friendly person running next to you that says, "what were we thinking?", and then fist bumps you. It's knowing, but not truly knowing, that people are checking Facebook to see how you are doing and being overwhelmed by the love and support after you finish the race. It's seeing a friend who needs some support and you run to her and tell her she is doing an amazing job. It is running with one of your best friends during a monsoon in the middle of the winter and telling her that no matter what you are going to get her to the finish line of her first marathon.
It's getting to the end of your second marathon and only really caring about seeing the one you love, to confirm that he has become a marathoner.
It is all those moments and more. It is 26.2 miles of moments.
Moments that I hope to live and re-live many times.