After the half I collected my sign from Hubs who came out to cheer me on (sweet Hubs) and drug Loose out to Mile 24 of the full. Where I parked myself for over an hour cheering on the marathoners. Oh it felt to good to hollar words of encouragement to them. I know what it is like to be so discouraged, so tired, so weary. I know what it is like to hear your name and think, "I CAN do this." So I hollared my head off. Calling out names when I could read them, picking out identifying characteristics when I couldn't. "Go Pink, run like a girl!" "Hey Longhorn, hook 'em, there's an aggie behind you!" It was so much fun and so rewarding when they'd give you a small smile or a little wave. Or better yet, when they'd look you in the eye and start running again. I can't wait to cheer again! But I wasn't out there for purely altruistic reasons. I was there to spot Kat and run her in. I found her, tossed my sign to Loose and declared, "There's my favorite marathoner!" She told me that she really needed me so I jibber jabbered my jaw trying to keep her mind off her hurt. I think I might have a career in last 2 miles of a marathon. They don't hurt at all when you haven't already run 24!
I was so proud to see her finish her 2nd marathon. She's not pleased with her time (I know that feeling) but I'm pleased that she did it. She's a tough one.
Clearly, I only run with the best.
It was good to be back. My quads area little sore from the downhill, but in a good way. In a "I pushed myself" kind of way. And I like that.
I'm back baby! Look out 2010!