I am not quite sure why this is but it seems like I don’t run a race without a couple of good stories or something bad or strange happening at the event. I am finished with the race and go to pick up my Donald Duck medal and go to the Goofy Tent to exchange the wrist band. I get some hydration and a little food and my next goal is to get warm and watch my parents and Team ALLEARS finish.
I decided to go to the car and get changed. I always bring a change of clothes, socks and shoes. I get to the car and I think I was so consumed about being ready for the race that I forgot about after the race this time. I have nothing except a hoodie and sweatpants. By this time it has started to rain and it is coming down pretty good. Everything I have is wet. My gloves, my socks, my shoes and soon my sweatshirt. Once everything gets wet in this cold weather staying warm is next to impossible.
I actually sat in the car for a bit and tried to get some updates on my phone of where my parents were. The problem is that the updates were just not working. The first update I got for my mom had me concerned she would get swept and I was not getting an update on my dad until half way through the race. At this point when it showed me their projected finish times I realized the updates could be wrong. I decided to go and watch runners where I have in the past near where they enter Epcot right after mile 12. I was here for a good while and getting rained on and colder by the minute. I had stayed warm during the race since I was moving but was stinkin’ freezing now. I sent my mom some encouragement on her iPhone and was hoping for the best. As updates would come in I thought I still had a long time to wait.
I decided to try to get warm again. I went back to the car to warm up for a while but just could not sit there. I figured I would get some coffee and go back and watch. I really was not sure why I was even wearing my gloves anymore. They were cold and wet and I could no longer feel my fingers. When I got some coffee my hands were shaking so bad my coffee began spilling all out of my cup. I never knew this would be my greatest challenge of the day!
I headed back to watch and cheer the runners and from a distance I saw the familiar run of my dad. I could not believe that I was going to miss him after all of this. Well I decided to run and catch him. I was wearing large oversized sweatpants just to stay warm that were falling down as I was running to catch him. I did not look like much of a runner sprinting to catch my dad with one hand holding up my pants. I did catch him though and he seemed like he appreciated the encouragement.
My biggest concern now was my mom. I had not received any updates for a while about her so I did not know what to do. I decided to head to the finish area and at least get my dad. After I had been there for about 10 minutes or so I got an update from her tracking that said she finished!
My dad finished in 3:00:03 and my mom finished in 3:07:55. Of all the things that would happen this weekend nothing could make me happier or more excited than that. This would be my dads third half marathon. The first year he finished in 3hours 37 minutes and shaved off about 20 minutes last year with a blister the size of a baseball. This year he hit his goal of 3 hours.
The other part of the story is my mom. She had been given the bad news weeks earlier that she had plantars fasciitis. The longest run she had completed was 8 miles and her foot suffered because of it. She could hardly walk after this run. Weeks before the event she had mostly doubts she could even be a part of it. Through the help of a physical therapist, doctor, shoe insert and her taking care of herself the last few weeks she did it.
I had told her at one point not to worry about the miles as she was conditioned to run this race just take care of that foot. Watching the joy, happiness and pain on their faces was incredible to see. I told her if she did not have the faith in herself to borrow mine. I think it helps to have someone you can trust and who gives you confidence. It is always great to hear others talk about the emotions they feel at the end of a race. The months of training and hard work are so visible in your mind. You can see the faces of those who love and support you. You can hear the cheers of strangers and know they represent your friends and family cheering from a distance. I am always amazed at the different feelings I get at each one of these races and loved to hear about my mom’s and dad’s thoughts and emotions.
Running was a place of connection with my family when I was young and it excites me today to realize it still is. I always have and will continue to appreciate a sport that brings families, friends and communities together. When we toe the line your background does not matter, your net worth does not matter, your title does not matter, your problems don’t matter and when or where you finish does not matter. A different purpose might have brought each one of us to the start line but we all have one common goal. To conquer the distance one more time and push ourselves to a point we never would have dreamed. What you will learn about yourself comes with the distance, what you choose to do with it is up to you.
Our next goal: turn on the HEAT and the FREAKING HOT SEATS!!!!! It took and hour to get out of the parking lot but we were warm so we don’t care!