As promised, I’m back for a post-marathon write up. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Here goes!
The Big Day
I was concerned about being able to sleep the night before the race. But it wasn’t so bad. For the first 5 hours, I slept like a baby. Then, I just wasn’t tired anymore. So I laid there for a couple of hours until my alarm finally went off.
Breakfast consisted of a banana and some oatmeal. Something that shouldn’t come back to haunt me later. Around 5:15, we left my brother’s house. Lots of anticipation here. Not knowing what to expect.
We arrived at the race area close to 6. I spent about 25 minutes warming up before the race, then they started calling us to the starting line. This is one of the smaller local marathons, with probably 300 participants. The temperature was 52 degrees when we started. A little warmer than my last few workouts, but still nice.
Great Start
The race course was set up as a giant loop that we ran twice. The first loop was amazing. I was right on track for a 4 hour finish. Feeling great and not pushing too hard. Breathing was very much under control. At the halfway point, I was very confident in my ability to continue at the same pace for another 2 hours. This was what I had trained for!
But Then…
But then, it all started. Shortly into the second half, I began slowing down involuntarily. There was nothing I could do to stop it. My legs just wouldn’t move any faster. What was wrong? Then, the headwind picked up substantially. Suddenly, it wasn’t nearly as much fun. I had taken in plenty of carbohydrates, so there was no way I should have been hitting the wall at any point. Much less, this early in the race.
A little while later, everything started to cramp. My calves, hamstrings, quads, groin, and even my right forearm. Why was my right forearm cramping? It wasn’t from fatigue. I never had problems with cramping during training. Not even on my 29 mile run. This had to be from dehydration. Dang! Apparently, I had underestimated the need for pre-race hydration and now I was paying the price.
At this point, the temperature had increased quite a bit. By the time I was about halfway into the second loop, it just felt hot. The side of the trail around mile 18 looked like a war zone. There were a lot of people pulled over, stretching and trying to work out cramps. Some participants were in bad enough shape that they couldn’t even stand up.
I didn’t have it quite that bad. For the last few miles, I was able to keep moving forward by alternating walking and running. I would run until the cramps started, then walk. Once the cramping subsided, I would run again, though not very fast. The last 6 miles or so was miserable. It felt like I was never going to finish. More than anything, I just wanted to see my family. The temptation to quit was very strong. But I knew I had to press on.
With what little I had in me, I kept moving forward. One step at a time.
At Last…
At last, I could see the finish line. I could also hear the roar of the crowd. As I drew closer, I saw my family cheering me on. What a wonderful sight! Then, two of our kids came out and ran the last 100 yards or so with me. We crossed the finish line together with an average pace of 10:16/mile. I almost broke down and cried right there. With all of the struggles of the race, this absolutely made my day.
After finishing, I could hardly stand up without everything cramping. I felt like I was going to pass out. It was hard to put my sentences together. The heat and dehydration had taken a lot of out me.

Just before the race 
Shortly after
Truly Blessed
To try and cool down, I walked a mile. My legs were shot. The fastest mile I could manage was around 26 minutes. During the walk, I completely lost it. I couldn’t stop crying. Not because I was disappointed, but because I was so grateful. The race had really helped put things into perspective. Running is great. It’s something I truly enjoy and hope to continue with for as long as I am physically able. But the family and friends God has given me are worth far more than this. I wouldn’t trade them for a world record in the marathon. At that moment, I realized that I was truly blessed. So, in that regard, it was a wonderful day.
Recovering and Reflection
As I write this entry, I’m now 7 days into recovery. I’m past the point of everything hurting. My legs pretty much feel normal again. There’s a little residual fatigue, but it’s getting better by the day.
I had been contemplating the question of whether or not I would ever run another marathon. Had you asked me around mile 18 or later, I would have said “absolutely not”. But I should have known that my retirement from running marathons wouldn’t last long.
There’s part of me that really wants to make this right. I trained well. Aerobically, I was ready. But everything was derailed by a simple mistake. Now I know and I would like another chance. If I don’t, I think this will bother me for a long time. So I’m considering another marathon this spring. This one is more for redemption than anything. Then, I can revisit the issue of running future marathons.
For Now…
But for now, the biggest event on my plate is a local 5K that my daughter Gracie asked me to run with her on Thanksgiving. This one is just for fun. I’ll slow down a couple of minutes per mile so that we can stay together and make some good memories. Then, I get to enjoy the day with my family and give thanks to God for all He has done for us.
I’m not sure if I’ll write about my next marathon journey or if I’ll do this one more quietly. There still time to decide. But either way, if you stuck with me this far, thank you. It’s been a real joy for me. And I hope it’s been the same for you. God bless.



























