Marine Corps Marathon - The Rest!
(Sorry this post was so delayed... I left you hanging... but my sciatic nerve is being very naughty, and sitting in front of a computer is not my favorite thing right now.)
If you missed part 1, you can find it HERE. As I mentioned in my last post, a good part of this recap is going to just be photos. I don't have any stories of pain or angst ... I was pretty much happy and comfortable the whole time since I was running at a relaxed pace to keep my body intact for my key race in a few weeks.
As soon as we hit the start 7 minutes after the gun, we were off... the crowd was thick, but people had lined up surprisingly well because I don't recall doing much weaving, just stuck with the crowd.
While this looks lovely, the entire first 3 or 4 miles of MCM is uphill. Even though I'm one of those that doesn't feel warmed up until mile 5, it didn't bother me much because of the excitment of it all and the huge crowds.
Loved running through Georgetown. The crowd support was amazing... and of course, here we are still shoulder-to-shoulder. There were moments where a string of 5 in front of us would stop to walk, so we would stop to walk because there was no getting around them. Fortunately, we didn't care much on this day, because we were in this for the pure enjoyment of it... no care for the clock (although Joe caught me looking at my watch too many times... the funny part is half the time I couldn't even tell you what the watch said because I was just glancing quickly out of habit). The miles were flying by.
Loved running past the monuments, and I was so distracted that I spent the majority of the race not having a clue what mile we were at.
I had to run ahead and turn around to take a picture of the sheer mass quantity of cups on the ground at water stops. Did I mentioned that every water stop was manned with uniformed Marines? It was amazing... inspiring... loved every second of it.
This was the only time we stopped. I asked Joe if he'd let me stop to get a photo in front of the Capitol. He was more than happy to stop for a quick bit. We asked a spectator to take the photo. Of course once we did, others saw us and then they stopped, and I'm pretty sure that poor lady was stuck there awhile taking photos!!!