Oh my God, you guys, the Walt Disney World Marathon weekend this year was amazing. Each race was better than the last and the marathon was just the pinnacle of awesome. I’ve been down on running lately and feeling kind of blah about the whole endeavor and I was seriously doubting whether or not I’d be able to get through this marathon. It’s possible that on Sunday morning as I was getting my stuff together at 3:45 am I had to keep repeating to myself, “ok, get it together, Kellie‘s doing her first marathon so you just have to keep your shit together. FAILURE IS NOT AN OPTION.”
It’s funny how when you run with a friend, you suddenly become able to get your shit together in a way that you wouldn’t if you were just running by yourself. As god is my witness, I’ve never smiled so much in a marathon before in my life. There’s a 95% certainty that as I was marveling over the fireworks at the start line and chanting along with the announcers, every other runner in corral K thought I was on crack I was so amped up, peppy, perky, and excited.
Which is even weirder when you consider that I’d been up at that ungodly hour for 4 consecutive days at that point.
I will tell you all, though, that running someone’s first marathon with them is an incredible honor. They maybe don’t know it yet, but you’re basically getting invited to a huge moment in their lives and you’re going to see them at both their absolute best and at a pretty low, crappy point. As a repeat marathoner, you’re responsible for monitoring their pace, for being their front row cheerleader, and the tough love meanie who’s yelling, “IF YOU WANTED TO DO SOMETHING COMFORTABLE YOU SHOULD’VE STAYED ON YOUR COUCH!”
And you get to see the amazing resiliency of the human body and spirit, as at mile 25.5 after a few miles of “I can’t run anymore! This is the fastest I can go! I’m in pain!” they suddenly start sprinting when they see someone waiting for them with a beer. I’m not kidding, you want a marathoner to go faster just hold out a beer for them. Girl took off like a bat out of hell when she spotted that beer from half a mile away. That girl is a huge liar when she tells you she’s slow. Slow my ass.
I’d tell you all to go out and run with Kellie because it’ll be the best marathon ever, but she has retired from the marathon for now (with the full support of her family in this decision). I’m hoping that by the time registration for the 2016 marathon rolls around, she will have forgotten about this decision, though…