A repeat of 26.2

I still have trouble figuring out why I pay to cause myself pain and discomfort. Sure I get a shirt out of it, but I think I must be rather slow at learning about pain. On Sunday I ran my second marathon. It definitely didn't hurt as bad as the last one and for that I am grateful. When I started writing this post I was flushed from electrolyte depletion and looking at my blister-covered foot. Oddly enough though, I would still emphatically state that life is good. Especially the life that consists of eating food and sitting down. That is stinkin' awesome! You never quite appreciate a comfy seat until you haven't sat down for 6 hours.

I also believe that every person should complete at least one long-distance run in order to fully understand Hebrews 12:1-2 which says.... "Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God."

Or even Philippians 3:12-14 which states: "Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."

These verses come alive in a vivid way and make you fall more in love with Jesus because of the strength that He gives.





When you live through 26.2 miles of emotional whirlwinds, physical pain, mental exhaustion, and spiritual battles, you do a lot of thinking... so here, once again is a brief overview of the miles I ran, the thoughts I thought, and the pain I felt.


Mile 1 - The countdown and we start!! A rush of adrenaline pours through my body only to be replaced by a sense of impending dread. Running along the water I gaze out over the bay and there in the distance I spot the area where the finish line was located. That finish line seems about a million miles away. Runners pass me and I pass runners. We are all trying to find our rhythm. I find mine quickly!


Mile 2 - Listening to Relient K and life is good ("but eternal life is better!") Suddenly I look ahead of me a ways and there to my astonishment is the 2 mile mark. I can't believe how quickly it has come! If all races go this quick I could do 50 milers for sure. (Here is mistake #1 - running is not as easy as mile 2 seems).


Mile 3 - Going up a hill. I don't like hills. They are way too much work. The faint sound of my breathing filters through my earbuds. I push them in further and turn my music up.

Mile 4 - Again! This mile marker is coming up so fast. I am pretty happy that time doesn't seem to creep by but rather its flying by. Things are looking good. For the 20th time I pass two guys in their 50's... a couple minutes later they pass me. Finally I mention that we will be doing this the rest of the race. The back and forth continues and I learn that they have run 38 marathons, in 38 states! That is 995.6 miles...

Mile 5 - Don't remember this one at all. I am zoning out around now.


Mile 6 - Oh bummer. I am starting to think that there was a huge of list of things I would much rather do than running at this time. I am bored now. Ready to be done, but sadly I had 20.2 miles left. Hmmm... maybe that is more like depressing. :)

Mile 7 - Oh boy... we have been going along this same road forever. Life is still good. I am right on schedule. Perfectly on schedule! I round bend after bend hopeful for some change in scenery. The rain turns from mist to drops.

Mile 8 - Uh oh... we now start on a long stretch where we have to turn around at the end and come back. And so with a deep sigh, I commence that stretch of boring pavement. But it wasn't boring... runner after runner passes me. Going the opposite direction! They had already gone a couple miles further than me. Grr!! I wanted to just join them! But I couldn't! So I kept going. I pass Mr. D! He is doing awesome! There is Daddy!! He looks happy! I love my daddy and I am pretty proud of him.

Mile 9 - Just keep running, running, running. Thats it. Thats my goal. Just keep on a goin'! It will be over before I know it! I get some Hammer Gel... 2 to be exact. I eat one and hang on to the other for dear life. Maybe if I hold it some of the energy will flow into me. :)

Mile 10 - HAHA!! I made it! Well to 10 miles... still got another 16.2 left to go. Oh bothers. How and why does it take so long to go this short of a distance?!?!? No matter. Now I am passing people that are a couple of miles *behind* me! Life is good.


Mile 11 - Ouch! Blisters... really bad blisters. I have visions of blisters as big as my feet. Each foot seems to be on fire. I am not stopping or slowing up because of few blisters though. Absolutely not. I have a marathon to run. A marathon to finish. I pass a water station and rehydrate.

Mile 12 - Finally we are getting into some real civilization. Railroad tracks! Oh ya! Now I am feeling we have to be close... close to the finish line. But you say "Hannah you idiot... you have 14.2 miles left". Yup, that I do. But its not 26.2 anymore, so how can you not smile? I pass a little boy with a chocolate covered donut. I am jealous. VERY jealous and I tell him so. He does not seem to find humor in it, nor does he want to share his amazing donut with me. *sigh*

Mile 13.1 - Half way... I feel rock solid. Bah, this running thing is a piece of cake. Yes this thought did actually enter my stupid little head. Lets just say that it didn't last for long. I am starting to slow my pace. I am running about 25 seconds slower than my previous miles.

Mile 14 - Happy dance. I am closer to the finish than I am to the beginning of the race. Oh ya! Coming up to some houses now. Its lovely. My head hurts. I drink some electrolytes out of my pack.

Mile 15 - I see my sister!! Finally!! A human being that I know and love. She runs with me for 10 yards... well she walks and I run. Strangely we have the same pace. lol

Mile 16 - Mommy!! She is there! I see her first as a tiny spec in the distance and I speed up as I confirm that it is her. She gives me a hug. Tells me to keep my cadence up. I tell her that cadences are the ends of phrases in music. I am still a music nerd.

Mile 17 - I feel some lactic acid... no I feel lots of lactic acid. I hurt. I walk... this is the 3rd time I have walked. Just for a couple minutes. I have more energy gel. This time is espresso flavored. Ooh ya! I run again.

Mile 18 - Running still... now I am going steady and passing walkers and other runners from the half marathon. They look so fresh and happy. I see some people I know. Onward I run, through downtown and by the railroad tracks... passed the marina, passed broken down buildings, and passed restaurants that contain piles of beautiful food (of that I am sure!).

Mile 19 - I blow a kiss and give an air hug to the mile marker, causing onlookers and fellow runners to chuckle. I don't care what they think, I love that marker. It means I am almost on the home stretch. Here comes a hill. I run the whole thing... I run it hard.

Mile 20 - I am now in the 20s!! Woohoo! I walk now. I have been running for 3 miles without a walk break. The rain comes down hard. Sweat and rain pour into my eyes, and I can't see anymore. I shut my eyes and stumble on. Water pours down my arms and splashes on the ground. Here comes the board walk hill. Oh bothers.

Mile 21 - Pain. Depression. Misery... almost. Somebody tells me to cross the street to where I am supposed to run. I don't understand, it takes me a while to get it. My ability to process things is slightly slower than normal.

Mile 22 - There is my daddy!! He looks like he is hurting. I start running again. No more stumbling. Just flat out running. I am going fast now.

Mile 23 - I must catch up with dad. I down another energy gel. The pain is now more numbing than anything.

Mile 24 - 2.2 miles left! Hallelujah! My muscles are crying, my body is tired, my brain fried. But I plug on, sometimes it feels like I am barely moving. I pass a group of girls volunteering for the race and they yell and scream encouragement. I run faster for 2 minutes, and then settle back to my real speed.

Mile 25 - I am running... up a hill. No runners behind me and no runners in front of me; I had passed a whole bunch, but a whole bunch more had passed me. I am by myself with the Lord. A volunteer runs with me a little ways giving encouragement. I grin... it gets bigger and bigger until it is a huge smile. I am almost done.

Mile 26 - I am grinning, laughing, almost crying. I round the bend. There.. there to my joy is the sign. "FINISH" I run faster. A block before it I sprint. The pain is intense now. My lungs scream for air, my body hates me now, my mom and sis are screaming. I don't hear them. I am going so fast. I watch the seconds on the clock tick, I must go faster. Finally, I cross the line screaming in relief, exhaustion, and joy. For this is my second marathon that I have completed. A much better time too!!


Thank you Jesus for your grace and strength to complete this race. Thank you Daddy for running this marathon too, I am so very proud of you. It was hard, but very fun training with you! We are going to have to do another marathon together for sure, after we forget about the pain.
Mr. D you are awesome! You are totally a long distance runner!

Oh and my time... 5:49:33
:)

RIP - Rest in Peace

Tattered, dirty, and worn… these words describe my last pair of running shoes. They have now entered their second day of retirement after over a year of very hard labor. I am sad to put these shoes on the shelf as they have been with me for literally hundreds of miles and countless hours. But they have served their purpose! I will forever look at them with love and they hold a special place in the running part of my heart. They are not done forever with their jobs though… retired things rarely are. Once in a while they will be drawn upon to serve during games of ultimate Frisbee, soccer, volleyball, or mud games. The hard work they put in will be rewarded with occasional play times!!!
So my friends, I ask you to join me as I bid a bittersweet farewell to these faithful shoes and say hello to a new pair of shoes that will hopefully serve me as equally well.

Oh Panda how I love thee!

Sweat ran into my eyes and I squinted in the fading light, desperately trying to see the people around. But alas, all I saw were feet and hazy sillouetes.

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, knowing full well that to the normal onlooker I appeared to be dancing...this was ok. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but all I could do was wonder who it was.

Tiny toddlers with their little eyes truly "all aglow" came up to me and wrapped their pudgy arms around me in tight hugs. Many of them didn't want to let go. I was their dream come true. A living and breathing fantasy that at their tiny age was probably the crowning highlight of the day.

Teen guys and guys in their 20's poised next to me after sweetly begging for a photo with me. With my arms around them, I held my head high as I stood there for picture after picture with people I had never met. My smile increased as I was surrounded by flocks of people who just wanted to touch, hug, high five, or wave at me.

Never have I experienced such unconditional love and affection from complete strangers.

Though I was hot, sweaty, and had my hair all messed up, for some reason they found me comforting and wanted to be acknowledged by me.

I will never forget those sweet 3 year olds who, without thinking would let go of their parents hand or jump out of the stroller and at full speed run towards me. When they got to me their arms would spread wide around my waist or neck and they would throw all their weight into it. With a murmured "thank you" or "I love you" they would reluctantly let go, only to hug me again.

My day was made from making these sweet little ones' day!

But you ask, how did I get children, teens, and adults... both male and female to love me. Look below...

This is me.

Stardom?

Storm decided that being a star was not on his list of cool things. He got professional pictures taken yesterday so he can go on the back of a magazine. But... he would much rather stand in a field and get fat than get beautified.

He was highly irritated with me when I attempted to bathe him. I came to the conclusion that he doesn't like water near his eyes, his ears, his mane, his rear end, or literally anywhere. Tough luck dude!

He let me know that he was not happy. He fought me, pulled on the lead rope constantly, pinned his ears,and called for his friends. The rest of the day he walked around with a bee in his bonnet. Hopefully his wrath has lessened a bit today.
But even though he doesn't like the life of a star, I still think he is a star. A spoiled, grumpy, and picky star, but a star nonetheless.