Thought 36: The best pain of my life . . .

At 36 years old I became a mother. My Megan Joan arrived in my arms less than a month after my birthday and my life received a whole new breath of fresh air. My heart was full again as we all knew that my mom, her Meme, sent her to us. Along with my wedding day, it was absolutely the best day of my life. Becoming a mother changed me forever and Megan's presence in my life has made me a better person. I decided to stay home with her full time in the months following her birth. It was difficult walking away from The Carter Center, but I have never looked back. I have loved being a stay-at-home mom and I am forever grateful that I had the option to make that choice. A few months after Megan's birth, I was connected with my Super Mommies, who will forever be some of my very best friends. Motherhood is a gift and I had to keep believing and waiting until it was my time. We had to wait for our Megan, and it was SO worth the wait! 

Speaking of very best days . . . let's talk Chicago Marathon! I have never been so at a loss for words than trying to talk about this day and all the gratitude I feel. It has taken me two weeks, but I am now getting back to both running and writing. I have such a hard time putting into words the feelings that came from my marathon experience and all the events around it. So many people have asked me if I will run another one.  There is no way I could ever top that day. As I sit here at my computer and listen to my marathon mix, I will do my best to share some highlights and feelings from that most incredible day.

I arrived in Chicago on Friday, October 10, after dropping Megan off with family in Kalamazoo and taking the train into the windy city. I was so excited to stay with my second mom growing up, Marnie, and her wonderful husband Bob. She has a beautiful home in downtown Chicago and she made everything feel just like home, as she always has as long as I have known her. It was so fun to stay in the city with friends and have the chance to surround the weekend with loved ones.

Bob and I met up with Bob's parents, Rob and Claudia, and then headed to the Chicago Marathon expo. We took a "free shuttle ride" from the Hilton Chicago, or I should say we took a school bus ride from a driver that was taking this route for the very first time. The ride took about 20 minutes longer than it should have, but we made it. It was so much fun to see the marathon experience come alive as I picked up my packet and took advantage of all the fun photo opportunities. I have never seen my birthday date blown up so big and it hit me that the marathon was not the only thing happening on that Sunday. I was thrilled to meet my contact, Kim McEvers, from the Les Turner ALS Foundation at the charity tables. By the end of the weekend, I had raised $10,201, with a very special friend making sure I hit that $10K mark. I could not be more grateful to everyone that helped make that number possible. After seeing the Chicago Tribune article that reports that Northwestern University doctors think they have found a cause for ALS  (http://www.chicagotribune.com/lifestyles/health/ct-met-northwestern-als-breakthrough-20110822-story.html), and watching what the foundation is doing through Northwestern to advance research and patient services, I could not feel better and more proud about where all the money raised is going.

The weekend was spent resting, eating a lot of good food, and enjoying some of my very favorite people, including Bob's parents, my dad Bob and his friend Nina, our hosts Marnie and Bob, and Bob's boss and our dear family friends, Larry and September. Yes, we had three Bob's in our group. My Bob worked so hard with Marnie to make every meal and detail of the weekend perfect and I am beyond grateful. Here is a picture of our wonderful Friday night dinner out, but the fun continued on Saturday with a must stop to Lou Malnati's pizza for lunch. Marnie and Bob were so generous to host us all on Saturday night at their home for a carb-loading pasta dinner where we could all relax and enjoy each other's company. I had been receiving pictures and videos all day from friends wishing me good luck. I was feeling good and so complete. I was ready to run.

And then this happened . . . 

I am still at a loss for words about how touched I was that all four of these ladies made the trip to Chicago to surprise me. My super mommies!! I could not believe they had been planning this since July. Although they were not all present, these four represented well, two flying from Atlanta, one from Raleigh, and one driving 5 hours from St. Louis. To say that I love them is a huge understatement and I am so honored and proud to call them, along with all my super mommies, some of my very best friends. I was always told that the friends you meet when you start a family will be your friends for life. I know this will be true for me and I am a better person having them by my side. 

Race day! One of the best things I can say about my 26.2 miles in the beautiful city of Chicago is I felt prepared. As many times as I questioned myself during my training and whether I was doing enough, I felt so incredibly prepared. I was not as nervous as I thought I would be, but I was still very anxious waiting to begin. I was just really excited. It was a chilly start, but most people, including myself, started shedding the layers before their feet crossed the start line. I could already see volunteers walking around to gather all the clothes left behind to ensure they were donated to people that needed them. It was nice that my start time was not until 8:00 a.m. (or more like 8:23 when I finally crossed start) as the sun was up and the temperatures already started to rise. The weather was sunny and beautiful and the temps stayed in the high 50s - a runner's dream!

I have been to Chicago numerous times and have always loved it. But I have never seen the city like those 26.2 miles and was just blown away. I love how you can be in the city surrounded by skyscrapers and then in a neighborhood on the next block. The people of Chicago were amazing and there were spectators throughout the entire race. I have always run to the right side of the street. I loved every person that put their hand out for a high five and I took every opportunity to high five them back, especially the kids. The diversity of the neighborhoods and the people was so exciting to me and truly made me feel better about our country. For a lot of the race I was running near Team Palestine, who ran the whole race with a giant American flag and Palestinian flag. They were raising money for Palestinian children and always had a lot of energy and team spirit. I felt the energy and spirit from the crowd and fellow runners and it gave me so much motivation throughout every mile. 

But when it comes to spectators, I had the best team out there! I felt like I was flying through the race, and was able to run a faster second half of the race because of my moving cheering section. I knew they were all out there somewhere, but I never knew when, where, or if I would see them. Since I was one of over 45,000 runners, I figured it might be pretty difficult. I didn't wait long as I saw my Bob, Bob's parents, and Marnie and Bob before I even hit mile one. I passed the corner where Marnie lives, and there they were with all their signs and love. I was so pumped. I continued down the road not even a half mile and there were my girls, with matching t-shirts!! I was already crying and I had not even run 2 miles!  

The race was a blur in a lot of ways and I don't know exactly what mile I saw my loved ones, but I know it was at least four times. I saw my girls at mile three and my Jean jumped out and ran with me for a mile. I was so excited to have some company, especially from someone who was already my running buddy. It's like they just popped in and out of my race and it was always at just the right time. Many people have asked me what was the hardest part of the race, and I would say it had to be around mile 10 and 11. I guess it just hit me how far I still had left. I knew I could do it, but wow, it was going to be the challenge I expected both physically and mentally. I had my sites set on mile 14 because I knew I would see my charity team there. I did not have my name visible on my singlet, but I had a few people shout out "Go Run for ALS" throughout the race, including the MC as I crossed the start line. It made me feel good to be representing something bigger than myself. 

In order to see me at different points in the race, my loved ones had to jump on different trains to get to various points on the race course. I loved learning that my Bob and my girls were talking and then I see around Hubbard Street that they all joined up. What an amazing jolt for me! 

I am not going to lie, I was in pain once I hit the double digits, but it was an overall leg pain, which was fine with me. I just did not want any targeted pain like I have felt in the past. My body held out, but the pain increased a lot as the miles continued and I stopped several times along the way to stretch. Around mile 22, I saw my crew again and my Leslie jumped out and told me she was running with me until mile 26. She helped me bring it home and it felt so natural since she trained with me a lot this summer. I have always looked up to her as a running mentor (and many other ways) as she has run 7 marathons herself. It was amazing to have her there with me to the end. We did not even talk much. It was just about taking in the moment and I was so grateful to have her support when my mind and body were being tested the most. 

I was experiencing the best pain of my life and I was about to complete a goal that I have been working toward for so long. I made the big turn at mile 26, which is where my dad and Nina were standing. I knew they were all there and that carried me another .2 miles. My mom's spirit was with me every step of this race, but I looked to the sky at this moment and felt her presence as I crossed the finish line. I was speechless. I took some steps and then I started taking in the moment. I stepped to the side and let the tears fall. I did it!! I am a marathoner!! 

It was a very surreal feeling walking the almost mile to meet up with family and friends. I was so emotional as I had my medal put around my neck and I continued to walk, while my legs were tightening up more and more every second. I was not hungry. I was not thirsty. I was just floating along thinking, did that really just happen? Did I really just run a marathon? I am still living in that surreal reality. The experience and day could never be topped. I had all my friends and family there, whether in Chicago or in spirit. I felt love from all over and I have never been so grateful. I could not be more proud of myself that I completed what I set out to do, and with a time I am really excited about hitting! 

After about two hours of celebrating and walking back to get a cab, I sat down. The force of this day on my body hit me like a train and I felt awful. I spent the next two hours taking in fluids and calories and taking some time to rest. Whew. I just didn't want to get dehydrated. My second wind came through and we all headed out to celebrate the day. I was now 40 years old and a marathoner. Not bad I would say. Surrounded by friends and family, I enjoyed a bone-in ribeye (you heard me) and an amazing evening with some of my very favorite people. Thank you to everyone who made this extraordinary weekend possible and all the plans and work it took by each person to make it happen. I am thankful for every word of love, encouragement and support that was sent my way. It carried me to the finish line and what is a new beginning for me as I take on my 40s! 

I will take my last four blogs to digest this experience and what's next for me. I do not have all the answers, but I have never been more ready to start figuring it out. My girls told me about a sign they saw on the course that really touched me - the person that starts the marathon is not the same person that finishes it. I could not agree more.

My Leslie made an incredible video for me, looking back on the past year and my journey to this point. I would love to share it with all of you - http://vimeo.com/109823725. Thank you Leslie!!