Monday, November 12, 2012

The First 138,336. My Sister's first marathon.

(As promised. Stride for stride for 26.2 miles. From start to finish. 138,336 feet)

In June of this past year my sister Elisa joined a marathon training team in Richmond, VA. Her goal, after sveral years of runnings 5ks and 10ks, was to complete the Richmond Marathon. Yes, a marathon. The dream distance for almost all runners, my sister among them.

Five months of training later I joined my sister and her marathon training team for a 20 mile run, which happened to be the longest of their program. We finished the run in about 3:40 with a total running time of 3:21. It was just under a ten minute mile pace, and my sister said she felt like she had a lot in the tank at the finish. A few months before she had mentioned wanting to finish in under 5 hours, and ultimately started knocking her time goals down to possibly a 4:30 on a really good day. However, after her strong showing on the 20 miler, I suggested that my sister might actually be able to run a ten minute mile for the entire marathon, which would bring her to a time of 4:22. Moreso, I believed she had held back a little to run with her training team, and thus secretly I believed she could break 4:20.

So it began. On the brisk 36 degree morning of November 10, 2012, myself, my sister, and 6,000 other runners cluttered the interesection of 8th and Broad St in downtown Richmond. The song Gangdamstyle blaired from the speakers, breaking a little pre-race tension in the process, and soon we were following the masses and running the first feet of my sister's first marathon. The primary goal for the day was to simply finish the marathon, then break 4:30, and then shoot for the "elite" goal of breaking 4:20 if possible.

The early miles went just as planned, and though the pace was a bit faster than the ten minute miles my sister had been training at, we were moving smooth. We cruised the early flat sections at a 9:30 pace, and eventually dropping down to a 9:15 aided by the downhills leading to the James River. We hit the 10 mark in 57:49. My sister and I were joined by the pleasant company of running veteran Carter Wiecking, and her presence definitely helped keep our pace efficient, as well as providing some much needed conversation. The river front was gorgeous and before we knew it we were passing through the 10 mile point, and then through the half in 2:02:23. My sister had just run about six minutes faster than planned for the first half of the marathon, and I was a little worried that we went out too fast. Carter, however, continued to run well, so we let her go so she could pursue breaking her marathon PR of 4:14. Carter crushed it, and finished with a huge personal best of 4:01.

Meanwhile, as in most marathons, my sister started feeling punishing effects of the miles during the scenic Lee bridge crossing. This is around mile 17 of the marathon, and where the race really begins. I told my sister that "This is where you prove you are stronger than everyone else. If you see someone walking, you keep running. You trained harder, and you can keep going." The encouragement/coaching had fleeting effects, but ultimately she would need short walks breaks. Although her marathon training program was very good, my sister had become acostomed to being allowed to stop and walk at their food/aid checkpoints every 4 to 5 miles. In the marathon, the clock keeps running, and so you must as well.

We arrived at mile 20 in 3:12:37. Nine minutes faster than her 20 mile training run three weeks earlier, and without pausing the clock at aid stations. Miles 18-22 were tough on Elisa. Cary St to the Richmond Diamond were peppered with short walk breaks and stretching. I kept reminding her that this is all part of the marathon experience and it is what everyone goes through. I said "It's not about how well you can run when you feel good. It's about how fast you can keep moving when you want to quit." The last four miles of the Richmond marathon are fairly flat, so I encouraged my sister to keep going and the finish would be there soon. I knew from miles 22 to 26 that Elisa was putting everything she had into, and she even said "I have nothing left right now. I just want to be done". I replied "Good. It means you are giving it your all."

As we made several of the final turns down to the finish I reminded my sister "You are about to become a marathon! You will be a marathoner for the rest of your life from this point forward. You got here on your own. I'm so proud of you." Though it seemed like forever from Elisa's point of view we finally made the last turn down to Browns Island. We could see and hear the thousands of spectators eagerly awaiting. About a hundred feet from the finish, by chance, I glanced over to the right and wouldn't you know it? Of the thousands of people lining the street, I spotted our mom and dad who were able to watch Elisa and I finish together. I nudged my sister and said "Look! It's mom and dad. We're all here." With that final note we sprinted the final feet and through the finish.

She did it! My sister Elisa freaking did it! She was sore, tired, and hurting, but she kept moving forward. My sister was now a marathoner and the newest member of the rare society of long distance runners.

Oh, and her finish time? Remember that "elite" goal of breaking 4:20. Yeah, she finished in 4:19:57. Three seconds under. Bad ass. What a red letter day for the Bailey and Seldon family. Hello world. Let me introduce you to Eliza Bailey Seldon. The MARATHONER!

(Proud brother with inspiring little sister)


Aunt Cathy said...

very inspiring, and has me teary eyed. You both deserve a congratulations Elisa for your determination and strength and Michael for your encouragement not only to Elisa but to everyone.

Kristen said...

Congrats to your sister-she did awesome! I ran my first marathon w/ my dad & it definitely makes for a more memorable experience.