It's amazing how fast you can run when you don't feel like you're gonna crap your pants. Seriously! After my pit stop, I reprogrammed the Garmin for 7.5 miles and took off down the bike trail at lightning speed. I felt really good for the next couple of miles. It wasn't until I reached the intersection of John Nolen and Regent that I really just wanted to be done. I tried to occupy my thoughts with work and miscellaneous projects that needed to be done around the house.
I begin to think about the Boston Marathon – the elite runners, the streets lined with cheering spectators, and the overall chaos that takes over the city. I got all choked up when I thought about crossing the finish line and seeing my family and friends waiting there. Running a marathon or any distance for that matter is just as much a test of physical strength as it is an emotional battle. You have to dig deep and push yourself harder than you ever thought possible. Cause behind all that blood, sweat and tears...there's pride and confidence and a sense of accomplishment that is so rewarding.
The last three miles of my final long run were pretty tough. My toes and feet started cramping up mid-stride. I didn't really think that was possible while running, but it happens and you have one of two options: stop and stretch or try very hard to relax the muscles in the leg. I had already exhausted my water supply, so I had to suck it up and push on. I was still making pretty good time, but at that point, my goal was to just get back to the car in one piece. I slowed to a stop at each crosswalk and took a minute to stretch my toes and feet.
I finally arrived at the car just under three hours. I was so relieved and glad to be done. I took a few minutes to stretch out the legs before heading home for a relaxing, hot shower and a delicious dinner.
Part 2 of my 18 mile journey:
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