So today as I stepped into the gym for the first time since completing my first marathon less than a week ago I was reminded of that old adage “It takes a village”. No one can look back on a race and say wow- I did that all by myself everyone gets a little help, encouragement somewhere. Let me be clear… YES you are the one out there…sweating out the miles…graveling with yourself… putting in the work. But as I looked around me and the people who came up to me to ask “How was the race?” I am reminded of how many people got me to that finish line.
The week after the marathon must be like what the week after the Oscars for the best actress winner feels like. ((I can only speculate of course)). They attend all the different TV shows, telling about how it was to make the movie, what it was like to go to the Oscars and then to win their award. I’m having that same kind of week. Wherever I go people who knew about the marathon ask me how was it…and they happily listen as I tell my tale of events on marathon day. I feel the need to thank all the “people in my camp”. So many friends and family rallied and were just as vested in the race as I was. When I took on this challenge 5 months ago my good friends many of whom are seasoned runners brought me into their fold. I got included on emails for weekly runs and started sharing my personal triumphs and failures in emails to many of them as training during this past winter in the NE proved to be the toughest thing I’ve ever done. Many friends ran with me over the course of the last 5 months! My work out warrior friend is now in the midst of training for her first 1/2 and has become a consistent running buddy. One friend even ran two- 20 milers in less than 1 week- to run my first 20 with me! When we got to mile 16 she yelled “go Deana you can beat your 18 mile time at 20, go!” One of my clients and now friend has become a running companion as well. My trainer Kosta and owner from Catalyst Health and Fitness stayed open late one night help me get me my first 18 miler completed. Winter was so brutal with over 60 inches of snow, ice and wind that running outside was either impossible or dangerous at times. So I walked in the gym at 7:30 pm on a Thursday night and said “I will be here until closing-I have to do this 18 mile run, I need to see that number on the treadmill”. My trainer, god love him… I was the last person in the gym that night. He came and talked to me the last 30 minutes as my motivation was slowly waning. As the clock striked 11pm I finished that dreaded 18 mile “dreadmill” run and he was right there! As race day approached and my mileage got longer my IT band started acting up slightly. Nikki another trainer and friend would stretch me if she had time when I came to the gym to help me keep limber. She was very conscious of my mileage and helping me work different muscle groups to allow for the best recovery. The Monday night before I left for my trip some of my closest girlfriends and I gathered at a friend’s house to have a glass of wine, unwind and wish me good luck. I felt super special! Emails, text messages and Facebook well wishes flooded my in-box. Sooo cool! Each person adding a little piece to those last foot steps across the finish line. I’m greatful for my MIL who flew up from Florida to take care of my three angelic children
. Both my SIL’s who helped to rally my children all weekend and make sure everyone had a great time while mommy and daddy were gone.
When I arrived in Napa the most amazing bouquet of flowers were waiting in my room. To my surprise and awe they were from my two trainers cheering me from afar. And last but not least, my two friends who showed up in California to cheer me on! CRAZY! Literally they came from Connecticut to share in this event with me. They stood in the rain on race day waiting for me to cross the line. When I neared the corner my husband called out “Go DEANA!” My friend started screaming my name and ran the length of the finishing shoot with me on the opposite side of the barrier.
Amazing people, amazing experience. VESTED~ everyone was invested in me. ((It seems surreal and humbling)). Nothing can top this. But I am reminded that it does take a village, and I am so honored to share that village with all of you!
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