After 13 weeks of on and off training the big day has come! Yesterday I headed to the Convention Center, along with 27,000 of my nearest and dearest, to pick up my swag bag.
With some carbs and peanut butter in hand, Mama Mazurak and I headed to the start line. This could have been the hardest part of the day as the marathon shuts down the entire city. As the sun rose over the Inner Harbor, everyone headed to their waves and waited for the race to start.
Look at those smiling faces! Anything seems possible at the beginning of the race.
Things got off to a good start, but by mile 6 my knees were beginning to feel the hills and I was WAY WAY WAY off my 10 minute mile pace. I will admit it did it to myself. Thanks to being sick and busy and a little unmotivated, I had not gone for a run in nearly four weeks (hence the weekend warrior status).
At mile 8 there there was time to take an #ussie with the YMCA turkey.
At mile 9 this sign game me a brief glimmer of hope. I really should have taken more pictures of the posters.
By mile 10 I was doing the run for a song, walk for a song thing, but I was able to get my legs going at mile 12. Running through a crowd of shouting people and then the Orioles stadium definitely helped. I finished a before my mother and got to cheer her on for the last 500 feet!
We somehow found each other again and got a picture with our new bling!
All and all we covered nearly 17.5 miles and crossed something off my mother's bucket list. It looks like Elise will be joining us for the DC Rock and Roll half next spring so there will be plenty of time to train (or at least think about training). Until then hand me some advil.
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