Sunday, February 7, 2010

Surf City Marathon: Monumental Challenge Accomplished

After more than two years of running, nearly four years after making the choice to get fit and healthy, I have reached the pinnacle of my athletic life and have accomplished something I never thought possible.

I am a marathoner.

Here's how I became one:

A dream jarred me out of sleep early Sunday morning. As I came to, the dream quickly faded save for one final thought: it was after 4 a.m. I'd set my alarm to 4:53 a.m. so I was relieved that it was almost time to get up.

Except the actual time was 2:58 a.m. And I was wide awake. An hour-plus later, I decided sleep was not returning and got out of bed. Three slumbering females lay asleep in the nearly-dark room so I carefully and quietly got up, ate, changed, put my shoes on and gathered my stuff.

About 30 minutes later, I was around a lot of my Loper friends, taking pictures, having "I can't believe we're actually doing this" exchanges and eventually we made our way to the start line. A couple of the Lopers said congratulations about my bib message and it was instantly uplifting.

It was about 6:27 and we were several minutes away from starting, and I could not believe it. 26.2 miles then did not seem like a long run, merely a training run in a new setting. The gun went off and by the time our wave was finally out and about, I felt a surge of emotion. I was doing it. I was running a marathon.

The rain had pelted Huntington Beach all day on Saturday but we lucked out. While the sun was not quite out yet at the start, it was starting to peek through and by the time we were a little past Mile 2, the sun was out and shining. Still a bit chilly, I felt great in my gloves and long sleeve shirt.

We'd started up along Pacific Coast Highway but at about the Mile 3 marker, we hung a right and went a bit inland. That's when I suffered my first setback. I'd safety-pinned some Gu packets to my fuel belt, but one didn't make it. I glanced down at it around Mile 3 and it was there but when I went to Gu up, it was gone.

I skipped it then, and figured it would be best to take the remaining ones at Miles 8, 12, 16 and 20, instead of finishing them by Mile 16, and hoped that wouldn't come back to haunt me. We ran down a few different streets and came out into a park and eventually back out on a street that would eventually wind us back the wa we came, towards PCH. I felt great, as our Loper group was chatty, encouraging and strong.

One of the Lopers I started getting to know pretty good, Marilu, was running alongside me for a while, as normal. We chatted some about the week, the weather and kept pushing and encouraging each other. It seemed like she wanted to stretch her legs out a little and I was game. At about Mile 14, we got a little bit ahead of our group and eventually they fell behind.

At precisely 14.5, I was hit with a splendid scent. That unmistakable briny, salty ocean smell filled my senses, and since I'd been congestion all week, it was a welcomed scent. It came and went as my nose did not fully cooperate but when I was able to smell it, it was wonderful.

A little after Mile 16, we deviated away from Mile 16 and went onto a running path along the beach. We were going to run nearly all of the remaining race on this path. Marilu and I were still going strong, still checking in with each other about how we felt, if we could continue on our own, if we'd had enough water, and it made for a motivating experience.

Also rather motivating was my bib. Several runners early on passed me by and said "Good job man" or "That's incredible" or, as one guy put it "That's f___ing awesome!" I counted, and by the end of the race a full 31 people had congratulated me in some form or another.

As I tried to see where the path meandered up ahead, I heard someone.

"LB?!?"

"Yeah!" I shouted back and as the runner who was heading in the opposite direction from me started to respond, I realized who it was.

"It's me Lisa from Discovering the meanin..." she trailed off.

"Hey!! How are you doing??" I shouted back. Almost as soon as those words left my mouth I wished I would have said something else. I wished I would have told her that she looked great, because she did. She was probably at Mile 21 or 22 at that point and she was kicking major butt (she went on to PR and break the four-hour mark!).

I smiled nonetheless and wondered if I'd see her again. I figured no, since she was going to finish a lot sooner than me.

We passed the turnaround point, around the 20-mile mark, and I was excited to be heading back towards the final push. About a mile later, I heard someone say something.

"Muddy Runner!"

I thought that's what I heard but I shook it off, thinking I probably didn't hear correctly. Then, a runner caught up to me and asked me if I was from the Muddy Runner blog. I smiled broadly and told her I was. She told me she reads my blog and I breathed out a "Thank you!" towards her. I felt like I was slowing down, and even saying a few words seemed a chore.

I passed the Mile 22 marker and was excited since this was now officially my longest run ever, and every step added to that. But that quickly faded. Maybe I wasn't in excruciating pain but Surf City was taking a toll on me.

An hour later I passed Mile 23, and Mile 26 seemed so long away. I hit the dreaded wall.

The phone rang.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Mrs. LB asked.

It took me a moment to compose myself.

"Mile 23. I'm not doing so well."

I had to hold back tears but she could hear it in my voice.

"You only have three miles left. You are doing so good. You've trained well and you can get through these last miles," she responded.

I didn't believe her. Not at that moment, but I told her thanks. She gave me her approximate location and I trudged forward. For about 10 minutes, I cursed myself. I questioned my decision to run a marathon, told myself that I didn't want to run another one, that I just wanted to get this done and over with.

A little after Mile 24, I'd pushed those negative thoughts out from my mind. I felt a little closer and I knew I had enough for two more miles. I didn't feel like I was running much faster than before, but I was passing up slower marathoners.

A short while later, I saw my cheering section. Mrs. LB and the girls had made signs supporting me, and the girls were jumping up and down. I tried to hold it together.

Trying, but not staying composed

I tried to keep my emotions in check but it was tough. I also tried to stay around the same speed (slow) and that wasn't so tough. I didn't want to crash and burn this late in the race.

Once I passed up my cheering section, I looked behind and saw the girls running after me. I'm not sure how long they ran but I'd gotten back out to PCH soon after passing them. Far off in the distance, I saw the Mile 26 marker. I couldn't believe it. I'd trained for so long, thought about this race for so long and now it was before me. The finish line was close.

I passed the sign, crossed the last intersection I needed to, and closed in on the end.

Part of me wanted to run faster but I was afraid that I would pay for it later. So I just cruised into the final.

The clock said roughly 4:45, The Garmin said about a minute slower buy my official time was:

LB's Marathon PR: 4:42:26.


I raised my arms high above my head and tried to smile. I wasn't sure if that would make for a good picture, nor when exactly the camera would take the shot, so I held my pose for several seconds.

After my legs slowed down to a walk, it struck me.

I just ran a marathon.

I was walking around in a haze. My legs were suddenly screaming and I knew I had to start getting some fluids and food inside of me. I grabbed a banana and inhaled it, then got a bag of assorted goodies - an apple, bars, fig newton, water - and started to chow down. I had no phone signal for some reason so I couldn't call Mrs. LB to see where she and the girls were. It was quite a long walk until I was out from the finishing area, and two thoughts raced through my mind.

I ran a marathon, and I can't believe it.

This is something that nobody can ever take away from me.

I ran into Angie of Angie Eats Peace, who ran the half marathon, and she was encouraging and happy about my race. I was hoping to run into more Lopers but it was a mass of humanity at the finish. I did see one of my pace leaders, shook his hand and received his congralations. It made me feel good that a marathoner who'd just run his 56th marathon took the time to find me and congratulate me.

I checked all of my fellow Loper's times, the ones from our group anyway, and they all did so well. It was encouraging to see so many of our group out there, rockin' that marathon.

Also, my uncle Jorge (who was a Desert Tortoise member) ran his first marathon and rocked a 3:47 finish! And another relative, my sister-in-law Jackie rocked a 3:52 in her first-ever marathon.

After about 30 minutes, maybe longer, I finally found my family.

"I Love Daddy" and "Run Hard"

Then came some celebratory pics.

faux-muscle man

point to the skies

And remember how I said I might have had some blood?

blood, next to my bib

I didn't feel much pain, didn't even realize it was bleeding, but the shirt told a different tale.

My feet were throbbing and I could barely walk around after the race. In the few hours after the race, I hadn't fully recovered quite yet. The bleeding stopped but the throbbing continued until well after.

But it was all worth it. Every last drop of sweat, of blood, of tears.

Because now, I am a marathoner. And that's the price of admission.

28 comments:

thrasherswife said...

Like I knew it, I'm in tears. Way to go, LB. So proud, so very proud!!

Tricia said...

Loved this. Thanks for the inspiration man. I'm sure I'll come back and reread this post over the next several months.

I'm so proud of you. (which is odd, since I don't know you...but its true none the less)

thamesarino said...

oh HOORAY!!!
I am so very happy for you. Now I bet it feels like you can do anything! And of course you can, but now I hope you really know it like never before!!
Congratulations, Luis.
You are truly inspirational! : )

Kerrie T. said...

Okay...crying tears of joy for you, LB! The part where you looked back and saw your girls running after you...oh man! I would've LOST it! That was so awesome that Mrs. LB called you, too. I might copy that move and have Mr. T ring me up. :)

Congratulations! I bet this is just the beginning!

kaitlin said...

Yep, this definitely had me tearing up. I can't wait to run my first marathon. I'm training for my third Half, and I would love to be able to run a full in the fall. I'll for sure be coming here for motivation when it comes time to make that decision. Way to go.

Lisa said...

Congratulations! You really have come such a long way. I am glad I found your blog to follow along with your journey.

Thanks for the nice words. I think I was feeling pretty strong when I saw you (my wall was right after mile 24). I was hoping to see you later to congratulate you, but there were so many people (plus my free beer called my name and I know you had your kids with you)

Willoughby said...

Amazing! I don't even know what to say. This was such an emotion filled post. I'm so proud of you!

5thsister said...

Tears welling up! Some of us can say "we knew you when..." and that makes reading these words all the more inspiring!

Great job, Luis!

Jephy's Mom said...

What a great day. I love the pic's - your expressions say it all. Congratulations!!!!!!

Julie Schuler said...

That's awesome! I feel like I need a nap after just hearing a story like that.

Manderz said...

I got goosebumps reading this!! CONGRATS - I am so inspired!

Lissaloo said...

Congrats! Great job on a goal accomplished. Your girls have to be so proud of you. You are such an inspiration, thank you :)

ChristineM said...

I am so happy for you and so very proud of you! Nice job! And thanks for sharing your story so eloquently - I have goosebumps after reading it!

sueb said...

Congratulations for setting and reaching such an inspirational goal! Now you should set your sights on an ultra marathon! You might want to read the book Born To Run to inspire you! sueb

Angie Eats Peace said...

I am so ridiculously proud of you!
You did an amazing job and have such an inspirational story.

Marianne said...

And now, LB, you know you can do anything. Isn't it just awe-inspiring to look back at what you did?! I so understand those feelings at Mile 22 where you wonder why on earth you took this on! But you are probably already thinking about your next run! Congratulations!

Marianne from AR

Lisa said...

This brought tears to my eyes. So proud of you. You did it! Can you even believe it?

Now take some much deserved rest!!!

Thom said...

WOOT...Congrats my friend. Well done. You are such and inspiration and the best marathoner I know. Well done and again Congratulations. :)

Gracey said...

YOU DID IT! Congratulations, LB! I am so proud of you! You are living proof of the fact that, with determination and hard work, we can accomplish ANYTHING!

Well done!

Tattoos and Teething Rings said...

I know it's been said- but I'm so proud of you!! I loved hearing the stories of people congratulating you and even being recognized, that's so amazing. I'm so glad you've shared your journey with us all.

Moore On Running said...

You are a Rock Star!!!

What a great race. From a former heavy guy, believe me - it gets even better.

And from a father, your kids will gain more from your accomplishments than you will ever know.

Great job Muddy Runner!

Katie A. said...

Thanks LB for making me cry at work ;) I have been so busy all day and just now had a chance to read this!
You are amazing, and you are so right, you are a marathoner! Congrats! There are no words to describe the feeling, and everytime I finish one I cry, too. This was an awesome post! Thank you for sharing! Congrats my friend!

Morgan said...

So I'll just go ahead and put this out there... I'm totally crying right now. I'm so happy for you and so glad the weather held out and you were able to push past the wall! Congrats LB you rock! 4:42 is awesome!!!!!

scotdog98 said...

Wow, I'm in tears too, you should be so proud!!

Jill said...

You ARE an amazing marathoner! Congratulations, I felt like I was running right along with you, you wrote such a moving, heartfelt report. Thank you!!! So very, very happy for you!!!

Zoƫ said...

LB, I just want to say that I can get emotional and all that...but right now I'm crying after reading this. I am so very happy and proud and excited for you and your first marathon experience I can't even get it out in words. You inspire me! Reading about your wife's phone call and seeing your girls...aw man! Beautiful.
Congratulations, LB, on a very well-deserved accomplishment. You ARE a marathoner. :)

Sarah said...

Congratulations!! What a great post--very motivational!

Rachel said...

congrats!! there really is nothing like your first marathon and you captured your experience so well. had me a little emotional there : )