I started running when we returned home from our stint in Italy. I discovered my Italian cuisine had left with me some unwanted lbs. So I started to run. As the miles began to become easier, I started adding more. Then came the thought, I’m going to want to have kids soon. I better run a marathon before I do that. So I did. The Nike Women’s marathon On Oct 16th 2005 in 4:26 min. I was proud of that time. Then I had my twin girls and I thought, I got to get some “me” time. I better train for another marathon. So I did. I ran the Nike Women’s Marathon in 4:29min when the girls were six months old. I joke that they each cost me a minute to my time. The marathon bug has fluttered by me often since then, but never lasting long enough for me to commit to training. Then I had another baby and thought “I ran a marathon after the girls, I better do that again”. Admittedly, training while caring for three kids and having a husband with an unpredictable work schedule is less than ideal. It’s especially tough if that baby never sleeps longer than three hours at a time. My training suffered. The marathon date neared and I had no idea how I would perform. With my last two marathons, I religiously stuck to the training plan; I never missed one mile from my schedule. This time, I never ran more than 15 miles and most long runs, topped out at 10.
So I set out early Sunday morning with no idea how I’d do. I told myself that if I needed to walk, I would. I was hoping that I would finish under 5 hours. Secretly hoping that I would come in closer to 4:30. This time was a little different, I had a running partner. My friend Diana joined me and we chatted it up the whole time. The miles flew by and I never had the urge to walk or stop. I just kept going. As we crossed the 13.1 mark, we noticed we were under a 4hour marathon pace! Amazing! That fueled my determination to get to the finish ASAP. Diana left me on my own for 7 miles, I chugged along counting down the miles. Finally I found my family smiled, waved and ran on. Diana joined me for the last 5. I was less chatty. By mile 25 I was pretty ready for it to be over. Luckily I was almost there! Nothing ever hurt, cramped or bothered me. As we neared the finish I realized I would not make a sub 4hours, but I would blow my old record away. I finished at 4:05:38. I might have even teared up a bit as I crossed the line, so proud that my body had accomplished such a task. I joined the family to take a few photos and we discovered that the memory card had been missing the whole time! We didn’t get one photo! Oh well, Sometimes there’s events that are etched in your memory forever. No photos needed.
of course, this is the age of the iphone and nothing goes completely undocumented


















































































































































































































































