In my 32 years of life I have never set foot in the two countries that border the United States (I've been to plenty of other countries, but never Mexico or Canada). Last Sunday I went to Canada and I ran back to the United States. Yes, that's right...I was Forrest Gumping my way through Canada and back home to the mother land. It was the Detroit Marathon and I ran it...as a relay. I was lucky enough that my best friend asked me to join her sorority sisters (they were desperate for someone, anyone, even if I was in a different sorority at a different school) in the race...A couple of months before the race I was excited to do it....knew I was in good enough shape to run 6 miles and thought I'd be so excited for the race. Let's fast forward to the actual race...I was up all night the Thursday before the race throwing up and slept all day Friday because I was still so sick. Katie had walking pneumonia. We were doing the longest legs of the relay. Sounds race ready to me! I did 6 miles for my part of the race and although I didn't do the full 26.2, I still struggled, grimaced, laughed and cried with all the marathoners (no one needed to know I didn't run all 26.2 miles, until I realized relay was written across the back of my bib....). On Sunday morning I boarded a bus at 6:30 am and rode over the boarder to Windsor, Canada. It was beautiful, very clean and so welcoming. I could hardly tell I had left the US...maybe that's because I could see Detroit just across the Detroit River. What a sight!
|view of detroit from canada|
|running into the tunnel|
|running in the tunnel|
After the tunnel I had 4 more miles. I'd love to say it was a piece of cake, but I'm so mental when I run that it never is very easy for me. I had some more small uphill parts to my run, I found some inspiration from the signs, people cheering, and some of the sayings on people's shirts and the fact that most of the people were running 20 more miles than me! Seeing the relay spot and Katie's smiling face was by far the best part. I ended up running a lot faster than I had anticipated and had such a great time. The massage, bloody mary, and after party were great and the two hour nap I took that afternoon was the icing on the cake.
|pointing to our legs of the race!|
I might not love running, but the races make it worth it. I think I'm ready to commit to a half marathon and am searching for one this winter I could sign up for. It helps me so much to have something to work towards, it really motivates me...I may not come in first or do really well, but I've never come in last...and I live to tell about it!! Have I mentioned I'm an underwater, international runner??