We left off on our adventures on Thursday and Friday here.
Saturday morning came before we knew it.
High point: Not waking up in the middle of the night because of the storm.
Low point: Waking up at 5 a.m.
Low point: Realizing it was still raining, and having to face the fact that we might have to run our first marathon in the rain.
High point: Eating breakfast with Lisa as we tried to mentally prepare for the what lied ahead.
Low point: Getting into our car at 6 a.m. to make the drive up to Champaign and see that it was still raining.
High point: The rain stopped about halfway up the road!
Low point: Despite leaving an hour before the race, and what should have only taken us about 30-35 minutes, ended up taking 50 minutes from the time we got in our car and the time we finally parked, giving us only 10 minutes before the race started.
High point: Realizing that it could have taken even longer, but we took the back way in and were able to find a parking spot relatively quickly.
Low point: Realizing I left my phone and camera in the car after we ran up to the start line.
High Point: Wishing Lisa luck on her first half-marathon as we parted ways.
|6:50 a.m.: Parting ways with Lisa|
Low point: Long bathroom lines before the race.
High point: Two nice ladies let us jump ahead of them because they saw that we were running the marathon and they knew we needed the extra time.
Low point: The race gong started just as we finished our business.
High point: Realizing that only Corral A made it through the start, and our Corral E was still waiting to move forward, giving us plenty of time to get in line.
High point: Deciding that getting to the race with no time to spare worked out well because we didn't spend too much time psyching ourselves out about the fact we were about to run a marathon.
High point: Noting that it also didn't feel like we were about to run a marathon, and that it just felt like we were about to run another long Saturday morning run, like we've been doing for months.
High point: Crossing the start at 7:13 a.m.
High point: Being cheered on by the crowds to pump us up.
High point: Running with Phillip the first two miles.
Low point: The moment we parted ways and realizing the rest of the time I was on my own.
|Mile 3: Parting ways with Phillip|
High Point: All the creative posters that the crowd had: "Official IL Marathon shortcut maps, $1. Get your best time ever!", "You've been running longer than Kim Kardashian's marriage", "Chuck Norris counted to infinity -- twice. But Chuck Norris never ran a marathon".
High point: The run through Meadowbrook Sculpture Park. Ah, the memories. Lava anyone?
|Miles 8 & 9: Meadowbrook Park|
High Point: Making it to the half and full split and seeing hundreds of people turn left to finish their half, knowing I was bad ass because I was turning right to finish the second leg of my race.
High Point: Seeing Mom, Paul, and kiddos standing on the corner at the split. I was so excited I ran up to them and gave them all a high-five.
Low Point: Turning right at the split and seeing about 10 people on my road and getting a little lonely.
|Mile 11: The Split|
Continued in Part 3: Champaign.