Finishing the 2014 Lifetime Miami Marathon is by far the hardest physical thing I have ever done including drug-free childbirth.
I did it. I ran 15 miles in tremendous pain. The end.
The bigger, better aspects of the race report include this:
1. My sisters gave me their marathon. They stayed right with me throughout the race. The didn’t have to. They were feeling good. My body started breaking down (for a number of reasons) around mile 11. Theirs did not. They are my heart. My Mom and Dad in heaven would be proud. They are the reason we did this.
2. I ripped around Miami like Crockett and Tubbs in this mustard yellow Camaro convertible.:
3. After I actually finished this crazy thing – I cruised around Biscayne Bay in a yacht in a bathing suit, with wine and a medal around my neck.
4. I stayed at the Fontaine Bleu the night after the race.
The view from my coffee perch. Don’t hate.
5. Here’s the mantra that saved my sanity while I was gritting out mile after mile:
In this body, in this moment – it’s a beautiful place to be.
My body was broken but I wouldn’t let my spirit be so. For this, I am proud. Not a tear was shed until the end. Gratitude, disappointment, relief – it all came out.
And so, my third marathon is born. Not nearly as pretty as my third child:
Thank you, Miami. I coming back. Fierce. Ultra so.