VT City Marathon-Burlington, VT

I loved this race. I say that but certainly don’t mean that I loved every minute of it. It was really really hard. I have not met a marathon that was not hard. I also did not PR this marathon. Maybe I didn’t go in with any expectations to really break any of my records. Training for a spring marathon was tough. I can say I didn’t really mind the cold but the darkness really did make it a lot harder to fit the weekly runs in. Plus a winter of sick kids ended up cutting into those weekly runs as well. I really was not as trained as I had hoped I would be. I usually like to do at least two 20 miles runs, this time around I was barely able to squeeze one in. But that was all ok because it turns out I love the marathon.

I ran this one along with my husband and one of my BRF’s. We started together but then all three of us quickly went our own paces and had our own individual races. The beautiful part of this race were the loops. There were a few times that you could see other runners. The first one was on the beltway. Because of where I landed with my pace, I was able to see every runner in the race. The greatest is seeing the elite runners. They are just a different beast entirely and it rare that I ever get the opportunity to see them running in real life. I also saw my husband. Leading up to seeing him, which I knew was coming, I kept thinking about what I wanted to say to him. When I saw him I just shouted “I fucking love you!” If you don’t really know me, you don’t know that this is just not something I do. Over the course of the race we kept on seeing each other. Every time there was a loop and there was a chance to see him, there he was. And every time I saw him I felt this overwhelming love for him. A reinvigorated love for him. I can’t explain it but I fell for him over and over again. This is why I fucking loved this race.