This marathon has been dubbed by my husband as the “hurry-up-and-wait” marathon. The lines were horrendous, the mass of runners overwhelming…. the sheer logistics were massive.
The marines were tall and handsome and they proclaimed, “Ma’am, you’re doing great!” whenever I saw them. Bands played, spectators lined the streets and cheered us on for almost the entire course. Little children held out their hands anxious to give us a “low-five” at every turn…. and I touched every little hand I could reach along the way. Mothers handed out Halloween candy and tissues for our runny noses.
There were runners in wedding attire, a clown suit, bare feet, and a few in wheelchairs. We ran on highways, bridges and by monuments. A marine put a medal around my neck. They stood side-by-side along the finish line and every one shook my hand and told me what a great accomplishment this was. Everything in between the starting line and that finish was frustrating, painful and emotionally moving.
All marathons are an experience and sometimes the experience becomes more enlightening as the days pass.
We have spent the “day after” re-living the event and re-discovering our country’s sometimes turbulent but beautiful past.
There will be so much more to say in a couple of days when I am safely back at home in the heart of the mountains I call home.
For now, I look forward to analyzing every one of the First Lady’s inaugural gowns, much to my husband’s chagrin, and touring the Air and Space Museum (to make up for the tour of the dresses), and then a nice little moonlight tour of those monuments I barely saw along the course of the “hurry-up-and-wait” marathon. Talk to you again in a few days.
8 thoughts on “The People’s Marathon….done.”
Yeah!!!!!!You did it!!!!!Congrats…and now rest. Hope you enjoyed sight seeing.
Thank you! The trip has been awesome and I’m ready to be home. 🙂
We are so proud of you! What a great setting. I bet you teared up when those strong MC men encouraged you! I hope you can rest and recover for a while.
The marines are pretty special and I shouldn’t exclude the females. They were just as awesome and beautiful. If I ever make it off the big tour bus and out of the museums, recovery can finally begin!!
I understand what you are saying completely with the looking back.. I still haven’t written anything on the race.
I’m not ready.
I know… These races are as emotionally draining as they are physical. I’ll be anxious to read about your experience – when you’re ready. It’s a journey for sure.
That was great and I am very proud of you! I knew you could do it. What an experience.
Thank you so much for your support. You are the very best dad!