My First Marathon (Or, The Most Idiotic Decision I’ve Ever Made)

This weekend was the 14th Annual Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon. And, as you know, completing a marathon is one of the things on my 30 by 30 list. I’ve been training with my sister for the past 4 1/2 months and the day FINALLY came.

Saturday night, I was super nervous. We picked up our packets the day before and I was sitting in my recliner, looking at the course map. I could not believe it. My stomach started to churn and so many thoughts raced through my head: Can I do this? Can I actually do this? What if I die?!

I went to bed Saturday night confident that I could do the marathon. After all, I had run 20 miles just a few weeks before and I did fine! I was a little sore the next day, but I survived. And on race day, adrenaline kicks in and really takes your endurance to the next level.

The race was set to start at 6:30 a.m. Sunday morning. I got up at 5:00 to pump and get dressed. The news was on and the weatherman was predicting a lot of rain, hail, and possibly a tornado. I still didn’t worry. Two years ago, I did a half marathon in the rain and I did just fine! I’d be okay.

We got to the race and I could feel the excitement. There were so many people! I even met a Biggest Loser!

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As the morning went on, the weather started getting worse and worse. We were forced into a parking garage where we learned we’d be waiting for the next TWO HOURS.

 

When we finally started, my legs were tight (from the lack of fluids and from sitting/standing for TWO HOURS) but I was excited. I was ready to start this journey and check this off my list. Here’s how the race went…

 

Miles 1-3:

Its raining a little. There are A LOT of people running and even more people walking in my way. My inner monologue went a little something like this:

Get out of my way. Seriously, MOVE! Get. Out. Of. My. WAY. 

Oh geez, that was a big puddle. Are my socks wet? No, they’re fine. Whew!

Holy crap, that’s a steep downward hill. I’m going to slip. I’m going to slip. I’m going to twist my ankle and fall. 

You didn’t fall, good job. 

Where is the *&^%$#@ water stop?! 

 

Miles 3-5: 

Okay, first water stop and bathroom break. *Sigh* I feel MUCH better! I can do this! 

Oh, hey! There’s my dad and Huff the Hubs! *waves to them*

Ha! Look at that poster! *Stops to take a picture of the poster and points out Allonsy! on bib*

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Miles 5-8: 

Ugh. Is this “Gorilla Hill” up here? Crap, it is. 

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I hate this frakking hill.

I’m walking.

Better wave BB down and let her know I’m walking.

Might as well take a picture. 

 

Miles 8-15:

I want to quit. I want to quit. Tell your sister you want to quit.

Kill me. KILL. ME.

Why is it so $%^# hot?!

I’m dying.

There’s a medical tent. Just stop and tell them to take you to the finish line.

 

Miles 15-18: 

Me (to Bridget): “I don’t want to do this anymore!”

Bridget: “Too bad! Keep moving!”

Me (starting to sob): “Bridget, my legs hurt so bad!”

Bridget: “Then let’s walk.”

Me (crying and thinking): I’m crying but I can’t produce any tears because I’m so dehydrated! I’m like Howard

 

Mile 18-19: 

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Miles 19-21: 

I feel the blisters on my feet. Every step is agony. I’m wielding my arms like a granny power-walking at the mall. The sun is beating down on me and I realize I haven’t put on ANY sunscreen. I actually think: I’d rather give birth, right here, right now on this asphalt than do this! 

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Mile 21-22: 

*&^% @#$% *&^%$ @#$% ^&%$ *&^% *&^%

Get to the finish line so you can use your breast pump!

 

Mile 22: 

We meet a woman we’ve been keeping pace with the whole time. We start talking. She’s 45, from Little Rock, AR, and this is her second full marathon. We talk about our aches, our pains, how we weren’t expecting it to be so hot (88*!) and how ready we are for the finish line. We talk the rest of the way.

 

Mile 25.75:

The finish line is in sight.

Bridget: “Come on! Let’s run across the finish line!”

Me:

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Bridget: “MOVE!”

Me: “UUUGGGGHHHH!!!!” *wills legs to move and crosses the finish line*

 

At the Finish Line: 

*Gets medal and Finisher shirt*

I did it! I freaking did it! I completed a marathon! Thank you, God, for helping me get through this! And I’m sorry for swearing in my head so much. 

I can’t believe I did it!

Wow!

I’m NEVER doing that again. Like, EVER. 

 

Running (who am I kidding–walking) that marathon was the absolute hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Every part of my body hurt. I was starving; I hadn’t eaten in seven hours. SEVEN. FREAKING. HOURS. I was dehydrated, covered in salt and sweat, and burnt to a flippin’ crisp:

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But I did it. I finished it. And, actually, I’d say it was worth it. The months of waking up early every Saturday to do long runs; the solo runs through the neighborhood in temps of 30*; the sore joints and muscles…it was worth it. Why? Because I achieved a goal. Seven months ago, I was giving birth. Seven months ago, I never thought I’d be able to do this. But I did. am a marathoner. am a Finisher.

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(I want to say that there is NO way I’d be able to have done this without the support of my family. My sister was the BEST running partner I could’ve asked for. She was so incredibly supportive the entire time–training and all! My husband, my parents, my friends, my family; they were all so great! But mostly I could NOT have done it without The Lord. He gave me the drive, the dream, and the perseverance to do this. Even though I hated it at times, I am so glad I did this, and that He got me through it!)

 

 

 

Try It Tuesday

Iiiitttsssss Tuesday!

And while for normal people it means “one day closer to Friday”, to me Tuesday equals either a yummy treat, a helpful hint, or a down right FAIL. Thankfully, today’s Try It is no fail. Oh no my friends, it is one epic WIN.

Its also brought to you by my mom and sister, Bridget!

So BB (that’s what I call Bridget) found a pin on Pinterest (obviously, where else would she find a ‘pin’?) and it looked too yummy not to make. All it said was: take a box of angel food cake, a teensy bit of vanilla, and mix with crushed pineapple.” There was also a recipe for a topping that she found after she did some digging.

My parents LURVE anything pineapple (seriously, when we all went to Hawaii, I think the Dole Plantation went out of business) and were eager to help with this one!

So, first thing, they gathered their ingredients:

Ooooh yeaaahhhh!

Ooooh yeaaahhhh!

Then, they combined the cake mix, crushed pineapple, and a teaspoon of vanilla:

Mmmm...pineapple.

Mmmm…pineapple.

After that, they baked it at 350* for about 25 minutes. When it was done, the cake looked like this:

Hawaiian Heaven.

Hawaiian Heaven.

While the cake cooled, they set to work on the topping.

It was a fairly basic recipe: Cool Whip, vanilla Jell-O, and a small can of crushed pineapple.

I never would've made it to the second step; I would've eaten everything before it got mixed.

I never would’ve made it to the second step; I would’ve eaten everything before it got mixed.

They mixed it all up until they got this:

Nom, nom, nom.

Nom, nom, nom.

When the cake cooled, they spread the topping on the cake.

Piece #3.

Piece #3.

OMG, you guys. This cake was UN-BE-LIEVE-ABLE! It was so good! The only thing missing from my piece was me enjoying it in the hammock at my Dad’s Tiki Hut! It was absolutely delicious and tasted like restaurant-quality! Definitely going to make this again!

Try It Tuesday

I’m tellin’ ya, folks. Lately, my Try Its have been off the hook! And today’s is no exception!

When I saw this on Pinterest, I could feel my thighs getting wider and my mouth salivating:

Get in my belly!

Get in my belly!

I was so excited to try this so I hurriedly got all the goods together:

Ingredients

Then my lovely helper, BB, ground up all the Oreos in the food processor:

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(Sorry it’s a little blurry!) After the Oreos were completely demolished, I melted butter and pressed the mixture into a dish, making a crust. You have to let it refrigerate for a bit while you do the other stuff, just to let it firm up.

After I whipped the creamy filling together, I spread it on top of the crust:

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I put that back into the refrigerator as I mixed the pudding mixes (I used one regular pudding mix and one sugar free, just to help with the calorie count/sugar count). Then I poured the pudding on top of the creamy filling.

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I let the pudding firm up a bit (its instant pudding so it didn’t take long) and then spread Cool Whip on top and sprinkled mini chocolate chips after.

Sprinkles

You’re supposed to let it set in the freezer for about an hour. However, I couldn’t wait that long. We took it out after about 30 or 40 minutes. And….well, I think this speaks for itself:

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OMG. It was SO. FREAKING. GOOD. I really, really wanted to eat the whole dish. I’m telling you, it was probably one of the best desserts I have had in a while! I am DEFINITELY making this bad boy again!

National Sibling Day

So, apparently yesterday was National Sibling Day. Yeah, I had no idea either. And apparently, neither did my sisters because I didn’t receive any flowers or candy. Not even a card.

I didn’t even post anything on Facebook. Ergo, a blog post about it.

I am the youngest of three girls. You heard that right: THREE GIRLS. Pity my parents.

My two sisters, Samantha and Bridget, are so great! I mean, look at them:

Aren't we pretty?

Aren’t we pretty?

They’re basically the best ever. They’re both incredibly gorgeous, funny, and smart.

Plus, they’ve introduced me to a bunch of my favorite fandoms:

Harry Potter for life!

Harry Potter for life!

And I know that they’re my biggest cheerleaders:

Go big Blue and White!

Go big Blue and White!

Sure, we fight:

That's what you get for stealing my Barbie!

That’s what you get for stealing my Barbie!

But we always make up. Even if it is just so we can fight again later:

You set a troll loose in my room!

You set a troll loose in my room!

 

But no matter where we are, no matter how old we get, or what the years may bring, we’re sisters:

Heeeyyyy, sexy ladies!

Heeeyyyy, sexy ladies!

 

Sam and BB, I love you both so much. You’re more than sisters; you’re my friends. You’re the people I most want to be like and the ones I want to share “all of the times” with. You’re both amazing women and I’m blessed to call you my sisters.