|To the finishers go the spoils!|
So.....Grandma's marathon was just as fun this year as I remember it being last year, but for different reasons.
The husband rocks. He's been so unbelievably supportive of me through all my training over the past couple of years, and this year he quietly trained for Grandma's....no dailymile account, no blog....(I guess there's only room for one attention-seeker in this marriage).....he just logged his miles and mentally prepared to run 26.2 miles.
As soon as he signed up for his own marathon adventure, the husband always said he wanted me to run my race and he would run his, and we would meet up at the end. So on the eve of the marathon, I was all set to try for my 4:30 goal,
|5:15 a.m Ready to get the party started.|
So we ran together. And it was awesome! We kicked ass in the first (warm, HUMID) 13.1 miles, and then needed to dial it back significantly in the second half. We walked every water stop from start to finish (and those water stops are lonnnggggg) and threw in additional walking as needed. Our splits were all over the map. See for yourself:
When all was said and done, we had a PR for the husband and a PR for the bitter hag!! Our official times were 4:54:09 for me and 4:54:10 for the husband. Not sure why I beat him by a second but he's a good sport and seems ok with it.
|Post-race! Ready to nap and then go out for a meal of red meat.|
More to come on the day itself. But I just had to share the proof of my war wound from the day:
|Is it dirt? Nope.|
|The honeybadger at mile 25.5.|