Yes, I Am Still Talking About My Marathon

Just a fun post with numbers.   Wait, did I just put fun in the same sentence as numbers?

Ok, so here we go.

2012, the year I decided to run a marathon. I was standing at the finish line of Nike Women's watching my friends cross the line and knew I would run one in 2013.

Midnight, April 1st. The time I registered for the Philadelphia Marathon.

Midnight + 5, April 1st. First tears shed because, OMG, what did I just do!

Training plan picked, 18 weeks it is!

July 14, day 1 of training plan and my Dad's birthday.

Week 5 of training. Wake up, can't stand up straight.  Miss three of my training runs before my back is better.

September, first 100 mile month ever!  Also, 9-19-13, first run over 15 miles.  Did. Not. Die!

October, first sub 30 5k and first place AG award.  

7 days.  The time it took to come down from the high from my first sub 30 5k and AG award.  Who am I kidding? Still flying high.

September 29th.  My first ever 20 mile run.  The day, you realize it is possible and then cry because you have to do it again, plus 6.2 more miles.  Then you smile again, because, Yay, Taper!

349.43, miles I ran during training including marathon.  Does not include bike.  

260 miles between my home in Rhode Island and Philadelphia, PA.

4 pounds.  How much weight I lost during training. Yeah, I thought it would be more too.  I think my miles to Laffy Taffy ratio was off.

55, number of days I ran in 18 weeks.

3, number of asthma attacks I had running during training. 

1 pair of shoes.  Yup, just one and they are officially retired.  For those of you who don't know, they are Asics GT-2000's.  They make me happy!

Toe nails.  Haahaa, what toe nails? Ok, during training, one turned black, fell off and grew back.  By the time I was finished running my marathon, 5 toes were black, including the one that had just grew back.  So, depending on how you look at it, the answer is either 5 or 6 toe nails lost.

Ice Baths.  Believe it or not, just one during training.

43. Times I wanted to quit.  

0. Times I quit.

Have no freaking idea!  How much money I spent on, races, gear, hotels, etc.  Probably better if that stays a secret for all parties involved.

Countless. The number of tears I have shed in 18 weeks. However, I think I smiled more than I cried.

Also countless, how many times I told someone I was running a marathon.

15,914, my number for the marathon.

Chip time, 5:23:10.  Garmin time 5:16.  Neither of those times were my goal, but I am happy none the less.

Crossing the finish line of your first marathon,

PRICELESS!!!

Run Strong, Think Big! ~ Nicole