
Cherish your visions and your dreams as they are the children of your soul, the blueprints of your ultimate achievements.
Napoleon Hill
I will begin by saying that I am thrilled. After five long, hard, yet wonderful months of training, I came, I ran, I survived and I conquered!
In my very first blog last January I said ...
I am doing this blog for me. A way to reflect back and for others to join me along on this journey. In the end, I hope that you will see a photo of me at the finish line hugging my family, smiling and upright!"
Well, mission accomplished and who says you can't finish smiling? Attached is a photo album for you follow along the before, during and after. As you can see it was quite a weekend!
Marathon weekend began at the Luckie house on Saturday night. Patrick and I packed up the kids at 8:00 at night, drove the route and posted the motivational signs. Patrick although not surprised that I would have created motivational signs, still wondered why I can't just be a spectator! Why? Well, why not I say. Then at home, I laid out my running gear on the table the table, charged all of the electronics, loaded the iPod and even put out the oatmeal, bowl and spoon for my breakfast ritual. Then I headed to bed at 10pm praying for a decent sleep but not, without putting on two alarm clocks first. One set for 4:45 and the other for 5:00AM. I was having visions of that Seinfeld episode where the runner sleeps in because Kramer is the wake up call. Anyways...
Sunday I woke up on time, called Ara, rolled my IT bands, ate breakfast and got dressed. Birds chirping and forecasting a beautiful day. Then I had a lovely surprise... Nicolas set his alarm too to wish me good luck. (Awh...he's proud of me!) Confirmed with a text on the way to the starting point. "GOOD LUCK MOM, I KNOW YOU WILL DO GREAT". Hey for those of you with a tween you know a text from a 12 year old is BIG!
So we arrive at the race with 1hr before race time. Lots of time to use the Port-a-potties (YUCK), take photos and attach the "First Marathon" balloons. WOW! We are getting a lot of looks. One girl say "See you need a balloon like that!" The girl responds "Ah NO I do not!" What?? Well, let me tell you after hitting numerous people with the balloons just waiting for the gun to go off. We decided we would each pull the emergency release cords right at the starting gates. Perfect photo opportunity and what a way to send us off right? (Even if Ara was concerned about the birds)
And...we were off!
The goal: To complete, smiling and under 5hrs.
0-30Km's: Running a steady pace with my RBC running pal, Mike Lin. So nice to have a buddy to share this with. We were chatting the whole way and I even let out a Homer Simpson "Woo Hoo" every Km. Mike said I was crazy and was surely annoying the other runners but secretly I think he enjoyed it. Mike's trusty GARMIN would tell us when we were running too fast or too slow but for the most part we were running at a 6:30 - 6:45/km. Strong and Steady.
30Km": Mike's legs started to hurt. Crap!! Mike is an amazing in line skater but training two sports at the same time tends to take its toll. Worried for Mike and sad that we wouldn't finish together I new he would push through and I just needed to get this done.
Oh I forgot to mention the signs for the Mississauga Luckie Shoe on a post. You are suppose to touch it for good luck. Come on! There's a lucky shoe. How perfect and how could I not.
Ok, time to call Patrick it's 31K. I know I know. Cell phone in a race. Who does that? Well, let me just tell you with over 12,000 runners at this event, and when your family is looking for one person, it wasn't just me. It is almost impossible to see and find your loved ones without giving them a heads up that you are coming.
35K: Left ankle starting to hurt. Oh man. Really? I just needed to call Patrick. He answers, thank god! And, wow it was exactly what I needed. Just hearing him say, "Your doing great babe. Running a good, steady pace and your almost there". Yup. I can do this. That and thank god for the spectators. Let me just put on record how much I love personalized bibs. There are complete strangers sitting on the sidelines for hours cheering on runners. Locals came out on their lawns with sprinklers, fruit, even a bag of pretzels. (Ok that was weird) But I did love it when they would call out my name and say I was amazing. Mike laughed at me when i asked him if he too pretend that they are relatives that came out to cheer us on. Doing good, holding strong.
40K: Ok just one more call. I just want to make sure they no I am almost there. By then, I know that they have been waiting for me to cross for over an hour. Patrick answers "Only 2K left. We are all waiting for you at the finish line!" Sweet.
With less than 2k to go : A sweet Police man pulls up beside me on his bike. We chat. I ask... "SO, are you going to pace me in?" "Why not! I paced in the elite winners, seems only fair" Awesome! Come on! How many people get a police escort for their first marathon?. So of course I had to gun it, finish line in sight...
I turn right to run down the chute and there's Dad and Nicolas with yellow happy balloons. Woo HOO! I am here and running on a complete runners high that or adrenaline. It could also be the caffeine in the five gels that I took but who cares. Honestly I felt like this the whole way. Finishing strong and in no real pain. I book it down the ramp. (See the money shot!) I see Patrick and Dave standing on rocks. I am here! I am here! I see Lys, Mom, Kristopher, Mara, Toby. Then ... Lys lifts Paige over the gates which I thought was for a big hug and kiss. No wait, she wants to run with me and she's been asking for an hour. Ok. Off we go! We run through the finish. Never seen a four year old run so fast. The announcer calls us in "Megan Luckie! 32 from Mississauga and look running with a little Luckie. And, what a Luckie day it is" WOO HOO!! What a perfect way to end.
I finished in 4hrs and 58 mins. Yes after Oprah (4:30, after Ben Mulroney who was at the event but before KATIE HOLMES! Woo Hoo. Exhausted. Maybe. But thrilled. Absolutely! We hug, cry, kiss, take photos and celebrate at CORA's. Couldn't have asked for a better first!
Now, what's next you ask?
One word. MICKEY!


