

This weekend I ran my first half marathon, Race for a Soldier - "Gig Harbor Half Marathon is more than a run through the scenic Pacific Northwest. This is a race run for hope, for support and a better future for the men and women that serve our country. This is a race founded by a brave woman, who lost a brave son, who proudly served our nation. A brave son whose life was cut short, like too many of our soldiers today." The race supports families affected by Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD and honors PFC Kyle Marshall Farr who took his own life after returning from his tour in Iraq. It is the goal of Permission To Start Dreaming Foundation to raise awareness and offer support to our military men and women. Suicide rates are at an all time high, not since 1988 has there been such a dramatic rise.
It was an absolute privilege to take part in such a special event and support such a great cause. Although I have never lost a family member to suicide or had a loved one deployed during a conflict (in my lifetime), it hit home in a tremendous way as I ran passed the mile nine marker, "Kyles Mile". Standing larger than life was poster of a young high school football player, number nine, holding his helmet. I didn't know this young man but the pictures of my own son, in his football uniform proudly holding his helmet, cradling his football flooded my thought and I had to fight back tears at the thought of losing him.
I committed to this race months ago, it was not only a goal of mine but I thought it was the perfect time for me to "put my money where my mouth is" as I am forever harping my kids about setting goals and working hard. Anything is achievable if you put your mind to it is my motto.
I hadn't ran since high school track and started running this last year as part of an interval training workout. I started off jogging on the treadmill, then went to running a lap on the track followed by walking a lap and repeating. A few months ago I started running miles. Knowing a half marathon was in my near future (I had committed to run with my friend) I was up to five miles, and had read and researched all kinds of training techniques. Procrastination bit me in the rear, by the time I picked up my bib and race packet, I had not ran more than five miles!
The night before the race my son had a late football game, it interfered with a normal dinner schedule so I did not eat my huge bowl of whole wheat pasta until nine p.m. Friends had stopped by to show off an engagement ring and I didn't have the heart to kick them out so I didn't get to bed until midnight, waking up at five a.m was not fun! I was so nervous and anxious I could not choke down breakfast, I only took a couple of bites of my toast slathered with peanut butter and honey. It is recommended that you consume six hundred calories race day morn', didn't happen.
I ran the 13.1 miles in 2:24:31, not too shabby, but I have to add that I walked a few times when the hills were steep, upward and sometimes downward to save my knees. I sipped water most of the time when offered and although I had to "go" I didn't stop to use the porta-potties. When I reached the mile ten marker it was a huge relief to know I was almost to the end, the last mile was pure agony, not because I was exhausted or fatigued, simply because I was soooo close to achieving my goal. Along the course supporters showed up waving flags and shouting words of encouragement, wearing yellow shirts to support our troops,it was a great race.
Finishing the race felt amazing emotionally, physically however, I was hurting. My body was not used to that abuse, my legs were a bit shaky, my pelvic bone throbbed as if I had just given birth and my ankles had taken a toll and boy did I have to use the restroom, my guts were telling me that they were not used to what I just put them through. Volunteers wrapped the finishers in foil blankets, handed out dog tags and bottled water. The finish line had welcomed patrons in for over an hour with the first man coming in at 1:15. What a great group of supporters.
I would definately do it again! I feel so fortunate to have chosen Race for a Soldier as my first half marathon. I did learn that I need to train consistently for such an event but more importantly that I CAN DO IT! A year ago I would have never had the guts, this was an awesome achievment.
KELLY

