It was good. It went so smoothly that, as much as I hate to say it, the event I’d trained so long for was anti-climactic. I had been so tense and nervous, and then when the day came, I took a bunch of Advil for my knee, which had been bothering me all week, and figured I’d just do my best.
I had to start at the very back because I had no previous marathon time to qualify me for one of the starting corrals up front. It felt like I was the last of the 8000 runners at the start, and that is because I almost was. Moving up took a lot of time, and I probably lost a few minutes at the back, but it meant I got to spend most of the race passing people, and that was kind of awesome.
I am so very, very happy. It was not as hard as I thought would be, except for the last 3-4 km and the 14 little bridges just before the finish. I hated every single one of them with every fiber in my thighs.
I did not nail my dream time, but I came pretty close: my real time was 3 hours, 32 minutes and 27 seconds. And now I am officially a maratoneta, and a very, very happy one at that.
Thanks so much to everyone who sent words of encouragement and support. Thank you, thank you! Thank you.