On Friday we left our kids with friends and drove up to Duluth. The packet pick up was at a big convention center where they had a fitness expo going on and a huge spaghetti dinner for all the runners. We sat at a table with 4 other people, 3 of whom were repeat Grandma's marathoners. It was great listening to all their war stories and getting some helpful tips
We booked a hotel right in front of mile 24, two miles away from the finish line. It would be a great place for Taber and my sister Naomi (whose husband was running too) to watch the race from and cheer us on. Once we got to our hotel I got everything set out for the morning. I tried on all my gear, pinned on my number, and listened to some of my power songs to pump me up. Kevin and Naomi joined us a little after midnight. We settled in for about 4 hours of sleep but I was so excited and nervous that I probably only got two. At 5 am Kevin and I got our gear on and headed to the shuttle buses to take us to the starting line.
The bus ride was LONG. the further we got away from our hotel the more nervous I started to feel. Finally we got to the starting line and excitement overcame nervousness. We had just enough time to hit the bathroom and do a few stretches before we had to line up in the chute. To kick things off they sang the national anthem and jets flew over the sky. They were blasting songs like Eye of the Tiger and Chariots of Fire to set the mood. I can't tell you how cool it felt to be there with all 6000 plus other people who were about to put their bodies and their will power to the ultimate test.
The gun went off and like a wave of molten lava the river of runners flowed toward the starting line. It took us 4 minutes to cross it.
For the first 3 miles I was sweating like a pig. But then I stopped sweating and that really worried me. I knew I needed to stay hydrated and cool so when I hit the water station at mile 5 I grabbed cup after cup from every volunteer down the line and poured it down my face, on my head, down my back and in my mouth. It was very refreshing! I did it again at mile 7 and Kevin thought it was so funny he took this little video. (Note: Kevin is hardcore runner who is training for the Chicago Marathon in Oct. He was using Grandma's as a fun run in his training. He ran it at a MUCH slower pace than his usual pace so he could run with me, which is why he has SO much energy in all of his videos!)
After mile 7 I was feeling hydrated and good. My best miles were probably 8-13. We were keeping a solid 9:30 pace, I had fuel in my tank, my legs felt good, and the scenery was gorgeous! We had amazing views of Lake Superior (which looked more like ocean superior it was so big!) And people on the course were still happy and chatty.
We got to mile 13 and the half marathon point in 2 hours 9 minutes. I stopped to walk through the water station and stretch out a little. My legs were starting to get tight and the heat was getting to me.
By mile 15 I had to stop and walk through the water station again. I stretched again and then we headed out.
At mile 20 they started having water stations every mile, but I told Kevin that if we stopped I probably would'nt be able to start back up again. He agreed that we should push through so we did. By mile 21 my legs felt like lead, my feet were throbbing and my back was starting to ache. I stopped to walk and was glad I had sunglasses on so nobody would see me crying. Kevin said that this is where our will power had to kick in to get us through. He told me we didn't have to run, just shuffle. So I picked up my feet and started shuffling.
Mile 22 was the infamous lemon drop hill. Kevin told me not to stop, we're shuffling up that hill! So we shuffled and shuffled and got to the top and let out a huge yell! (which probably scared the other delirious runners around us.) Picture below is me going up the hill.
Mile 25 and another hill, this one going down. Ouch ouch ouch!! My quads felt like someone took a meat pulverizer to them. We were so close to the finish but that last 1.2 miles felt like FOREVER! At one point I thought we were near the finish and I started to run faster, only to find that we still had 1/4 mile to go.
Also special thanks to Kevin Hanks, my brother in law for being my personal photographer (and motivational coach) on the run. Not only did he find the time to take many great shots for me during the race, but I also found these little gems he took while running too. : ) Thanks Kev!













