| Was I really going to run 26 Miles, I asked my self this at 5:00 a.m. on the big day. San Diego Rock N Roll Marathon, my first ever. I knew I was not prepared for this and had not trained enough, it was really challenging for me to get motivated as I didnt really have anyone to push me as I could not run as fast as my partner and was a little faster than my other friends.
Running has always been the one thing I 'couldnt' do my whole life. It was what
kept me from sports, and prevented me from doing cardio. My lungs and joints
are not made for it so I have avoided it my whole life. I knew it would be one
of the hardest things I had ever tackled and that I would need a great support
team of people who truly loved me, that is why it was so important for me to
have my parents there, even though it was not a good time for them to leave their
garden, ready to bloom beautiful vegetables and flowers. It has already been a profound experience for me and changed my life. I have never experienced pain like this before in my life. The next day after I woke up at 2 a.m., with both my shoulders and legs in intense agony and craving carbs.
Parts of the race keep playing over and over in my head, what I would have done
differently, or what parts I enjoyed. I seriously think at one point I was
dehydrated from the diarrhea and delirious talking to myself outloud trying to
convince myself that it was just five more miles, It took more self will and
motivation than I have ever had to draw upon in my life.
I especially remember the last two miles, I was crying most of the way and telling myself that I was gong to finish running, not walking. I kept thinking
of all the people that loved me, all the people in my Yoga classes that wished
me luck, my Mom and Dad waiting on me and the spirit of my little brother. Out of no where when I wanted to stop so bad came this young little brunette girl with a white tank top and hardly a drop of sweat on her running at a pace like she had just
started out. She was running so easily and with such a light step it was like
she was an angel, and for me she was. I attached my self to her right hip and
followed her almost all the way to the finish line, without her I might have
stopped at mile 24. I finished running because this angel appeared for me.
As the ibuprofen and carbs start to kick in I am troubled most by the tiny
voice in the back of my head saying 'do another one, do it again, you can do
it....' I hope that voice never goes away and we keep remembering that despite
pain, agony, dehydration, feeling all alone amongst 20,ooo thousand people,
that we always hear that voice saying 'you can do it'....So,I listened to my inner voice and registered to run the Walt Disney World Marathon
I love you
Troy
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MarathonMom!
Finish Line, nice Knee Wrap.
Troy Cox
TrainerTroy
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