Weak but Strong Through the Eyes of a Runner.

The alarm goes off: it’s 3:30am. My body tells me no, it’s not time to wake up; as my fuzzy head is drifting back into REM, my mind kicks in. Luckily, this happens before my body has a chance to convince itself to return to my comfortable resting state. It’s the day. I’m ready. It’s time to get up and shake off the grogginess and get pumped!

This is the day that I’ve been training for since the middle of August. It’s time for the Philadelphia Half- Marathon!

My mind starts racing every which way. How will I do? Will security be intense? Which color should I wear? I wonder how I will find Ally? Will my dad get there in time? And on and on and on it runs (hehe slight pun intended).

As I munch on my dry bagel and down my last bottle of water before the race I have time to pray and reflect on what I’m feeling, where I’m feeling it in my body, and on God’s will for the day. It’s all up to him anyways on how I will do, no reason to stress it.

Next step: showering to wake me up completely and getting dressed in the most comfortable, warm but breathable running clothes I have.  Once that has been checked off my list, it’s time to put on then good old faithful running shoes. The ones that have carried me the 350 plus miles it took to train to where I am.

It’s time to hit the road (again and again for 13.1 miles….. pun intended again) and make my way over to the starting line at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

The second I step out into the chilled darkness that is still encompassing the city at 4:50 am, I regret not adding gloves and a pull over to throw off once the race begins to my attire for the day. But nevertheless it’s time to trek on and suck it up! I know I won’t be cold a couple miles in. As the museum comes into view, the excitement spikes and the nervous bladder begins!

I locate Ally and we create the plan of attack for the next 45 minutes before the race begins. First stop, the ridiculously long lines for the porta potties.

50 porta potties prove to not be nearly enough for the 30,000 runners who all want to relieve themselves before their race. After waiting for 25 minutes in the line we make it to the front! Perfect timing! The second we step out of the bathrooms the announcer comes on the loudspeakers asking all 30,000 runners to find their respective corrals associated with their expected finish times.

Ally and I spend 15 minutes finding our grey corral, with all the other runners expecting to race a 2 hour half-marathon or a 4 hour marathon. We introduce ourselves to those around us, wish everyone luck and then listen to the announcers’ kind words of encouragement.

At 6:57 the wheeled runners are off! And thus commences the Philadelphia Marathon! Excitement and nerves grow as everyone is fidgeting to stay warm and warm their muscles for the long race ahead.

The black corral is the next to be released right at 7:00am. Followed by the green corral at 7:07. Next comes the grey, me! As we inch closer and closer to the starting line you can feel the excitement growing.

I am so ready. The grey corral has been called! Slowly as the pack of 7,000 begins to thin, jogging is possible for us in the middle of the pack.

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The second Ally and I step over that starting line at 7:15:32am the legs start working in that perfectly beautiful rhythm that I love!

The noise around me is exhilarating as people are screaming, cheering, and fist pumping! Our starting pace feels great! I don’t even notice I am running! But as Ally informs me we are running a 8:00 minute mile pace!

Rounding the first mile I spot a face out of the crowd that I know! My dad! As we pass I am feeling good and strong.

The entire first 5 miles feel great as we travel from the museum down through old city and along the Delaware river, into Fishtown, and up through South Street! There are people lining every part of these  5 miles dressed up in ridiculous clothes, offering ridiculous things (like snickers, beer, and mimosas), and screaming at the top of their lungs. The feeling is like none other. Pure adrenaline.

As Ally and I weave in and out of the thousands of runners around us finding their paces, we do the same. At one point she informs me we are running a 6:00 minute mile! What?! That’s crazy! But we make it through the crowd around mile 5.5.

Then we enter back into the tighter streets of Downtown Center City the pack tightens again and it’s a weaving game again. But the cheering fans packed into the city’s center make up for the extra energy I am expending by starting, stopping type motions. They (including my dad at mile 6) give me that energy!

Coming up on mile 7, the inclines begin. Whoo Chestnut Street is not fun after running a race pace on mile 7. Man the slow gradual incline is killer! But as the road flattens out we enter into my campus! I have fellow Penn students cheering me on and yelling my name! It is great!

As we round into miles 7-9 the uphills start to get to me. I am keeping up with Ally but starting to feel the burn! But I will not give up. This is what I trained for! These miles right here! I can do it! As Ally slowly started getting further and further in front of me it is getting difficult to have those spurts of sprints to catch up to her.

I’m on my own now. At mile 10 I realized this but at the same time I realized I was done with the hills! Everything else in this race was familiar. This part of the race is what I run each Saturday with my running group. This was not going to get the best of me!

I could come in strong in the next 3 miles. This was the goal. I could do this. As I begin to crave water and my mind starts taking over it gets more and more difficult to not do the runner’s countdown of how many miles and minutes I have left in this race.

There is a lady in front of me in pink. I will keep up with her. The signs are starting for the half and whole marathon splits and I know the end is near. However, it is not in sight yet. I cannot see boathouse row across the river, nor can I see the Museum coming up in the distance. It’s a battle with my mind. It’s my body against my mind, I can do this, but my mind is playing the games telling me to walk.

I will not walk. I will not listen and give into what I’m desiring. I will run. I will not stop. I will not slow. As the museum comes into view I get this small boost of energy from nowhere which led me to put aside that dumb little voice in my head saying I couldn’t do it.

I had no clue how fast I was going, how much further I had, or how the end would go. But I was going to do this. I was going to finish and finish strong.

As the last corner was rounded coming in under the bridge, I got this grandiose spurt of energy. I have never been able to act on the ending bit of energy as well as I did in this race. This includes all my 400 races in track as well as longer distances!

I strode so well and sprinted so well I felt completely dead and exhausted coming through the finish line. IT WAS AMAZING!

Coming through the finish line feeling like you just want to crumble. Knowing you gave it all! Coming in high fiving the Mayor of Philadelphia. It was wonderful! I love this feeling!

This was my first race ever at the end I felt I couldn’t have given more even if I had wanted to. It was beautiful!

As soon as I came through I was given a Heatsheet that I was like, why in the world would I need this, I am disgusting and sweaty and so hot, I don’t need something to keep me warm. However, about 10 minutes later once I had cooled down I was so glad I had this! I was shivering and really needed it!

Next I was given my medal from some very congratulatory volunteers. Afterwards I downed 6 cups of Gatorade, which typically I hate but after running that much I craved it madly. Then downed 2 water bottles. Not drinking during the race really makes you want it at the end!

I got my food bag, took my picture with my medal and then calculated my time while standing in line for some fruit. It was at this moment it sank in how well I had actually run.

During training I averaged a 9:20 mile pace. However during this race, even with my last 4 miles being slower, I averaged a 8:46 mile pace! During training my goal was to come in under 2 hours. And I did!! I came in at 1:55!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was so exciting to feel so accomplished, so proud of my physical limits, and enthused for life in that moment.

I was weak but strong, tired but exhilarated. It was wonderful!

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The rest of the day was marvelous and a bit of a blur. My dad who came up to support me made the race all that more fun, along with my wonderful roommate who was possibly more excited than I was for myself!

After stopping by Reading Terminal Market (which by the way, after a race, wear your medal there and the congratulations you get are so amazing!) we headed back to Penn for me to shower, change, and head off to buy our Christmas tree and do some shopping!

4 Hours later, my room is all decked out in its Christmas outfit, complete with the scent of a Christmas Fir! Finishing the nice, too short visit of my father, he was able to meet Tyler over dinner, which was really fun.

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All in all Sunday=Funday=Greatday=PHILADELPHIA HALF-MARATHON!

All for the love of running!

“I can do all things through him who strengthens me” Philippians 4:13

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Philadelphia Half Marathon Through the Eyes of a Runner.

Soooooooooooooooooo……. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow!

 

I am soooooo pumped for the Philadelphia Half Marathon tomorrow! I am running it with an amazing woman and looking forward to getting my own PR! (not difficult seeing as I’ve only run one…. ha)

The feel and air about this large race is amazing! Yesterday when I went to pick up my race packet and check out the expo, you could feel the energy and excitement. It was one of those things that caused one of those giant ridiculous smiles that you can’t wipe off your face for hours and hours! The people on the subway, in the grocery store, and at work probably thought I was crazy….. But who cares! I’m ecstatic!

 

Walking into the convention center, I was greeted with a lovely sign, super pumped people, and plenty of running things! All “For the Love of Running!”

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Next stop: Packet pick up!!!

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Then off to the photobooth, and getting a bunch of free stuff from the expo! Not to mention talking with some amazing people!

Ahhhhhhhhh! I’m super exitado porque va a ser una gran carrera!

See so excited I can’t even think in english! Then this morning I woke up to this:

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And thought: “Oh goodmorning Philadelphia, I’m going to run you tomorrow!” And this is how:

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I have decided because of this race, I love big marathons and such! I must continue acting on this passion for the rest of my life!

I’m so much more physically and mentally prepared for this race than the one in August! Now off to get some homework done, babysitting, and then bed before this race! Oh and did I mention doing the last day of my training plan? It’s carbo-loading time!

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” let us run with endurance the race that is set before us” Hebrews 12:1

So all my fellow runners out there, let’s go run this city!

 

Blessed Through the Eyes of a Runner.

Every time I look at the beauty around me in fall I can’t help but be amazed and in awe of God. 

There are so many times in my day that I feel overwhelmed, busy, and numb to the world around me that in the simple things such as the beautiful red, yellows, and oranges that the trees and bushes change to bring such a great reminder that we must enjoy every moment and not take anything for granted. 

I am honored and humbled daily to be studying at the University of Pennsylvania and Wharton. Even though I am not near the best student here I can see how what I am learning is so pivotal in my life. It is amazing that accounting can be the first thing I think of when my new running shoes get delivered, or marketing is what I think of when buying new shampoo. 

I am so joyful that I am able to live in Philadelphia for these short 4 years of college. The more and more I explore the city and what it has to offer, the more and more I love it and want to become more integrated into life here. I absolutely love that because of running I have been able to learn the city in a way that unless I walked into center city everyday I would not know it the same. 

 

Running is such a great way to explore! Also running is a great way to get to know the people of a city. 

I’m not talking about those people you pass when out for a run, or even the person you pace with but don’t know; I’m talking about running groups. I think these groups are so awesome and give you a chance to meet new people, explore new careers, and just learn about life through another person’s perspective. I run with a group here in Philadelphia and through that have met wonderful people who I get the pleasure of running with outside the group, and seeing in random places in Philadelphia! I encourage any runner, find a good group in your area! If there isn’t one, why not make one?!                                (I know of a few in Philadelphia, PA and Bedford,VA if you are interested in the details comment below!)

 

 

Now a bit about my life the past couple of weeks!

I’ve dressed up a lot!

1930’s Dinner Party:

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Halloween Night of 50’s Gals:

 

 

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Night After Halloween as Camp Counselors:

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I saw Lions and Tigers and Bears Oh My! And Giraffes:

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I got my portrait done with my Mom and spent a great short weekend with her:

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I’ve discovered vanilla cremes (8 oz milk, 1 TBL vanilla, 1 TBL sweetener, Heat in microwave for 2 minutes, add a marshmallow, and yum!):

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And now off to make pumpkin cinnamon rolls! I love fall! Minus the cold….

 

Stay warm and be happy! 

“He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.” Micah 6:8

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