I woke up Saturday morning healthy as could be. Darn it. So I got ready and picked Melissa up and we started the marathon at 7:30 with just a handful of other runners. The morning was a little overcast, but not too cold. It was actually perfect running weather. We started losing our layers around mile 2. We ran strong and steady and got to the turnaround point (13.1 miles) in 1:54. Not bad, seeing as we were trying to break 4 hours. I started noticing some sprinkles. Nothing major. Around mile 16 it really started to come down and it didn't stop after that. Not once. It was just a constant, steady, very wet rain the whole rest of the way. Yuck. Mile 18 was the bottom of the mile-long, nasty hill, affectionately nicknamed "Nemesis". At that point, my legs and my hamstrings in particular were so tight and starting to really bother me. I decided my best bet would be to walk the hill. I told Melissa to leave me. She looked reluctant, but I really didn't want to hold her back. I wanted to break 4 hours, but she really, really wanted to break 4 hours. She took off and I walked that hill in 13:13. Yikes.
After that it was a nice downcline for two miles. (It's okay if you don't know that word, I made it up. It's the opposite of incline. BTW, I also made up scrunchi, but that's for another time.) I started feeling numb all over. Remember, we had shed our warm layers when the weather was cooperating. I was concentrating pretty hard to put one foot in front of the other. Then this truck pulled up and this angel jumped out and put a big black garbage bag over my head and poked holes in it and helped me get my arms through the holes. Bless her heart. After that the coldness was more bearable. I walked a couple more times, but I was able to pick it back up when I got to the spot where I told myself I would run again. Finish time: 4:08. So I didn't finish under four, but it's a PR, so I'll take it.
Melissa DID finish under four, 3:54 was her time. So proud of her.


