Portland was my first full marathon! I have walked a few half-marathons however this was a blast....except for the last mile which I kept telling my friend I KNEW was longer than a mile..!!! Very fun and I thank you all. The bands and volunteers and spectators were awesome. The cheerleaders were sweet and encouraging.
The only thing I would suggest is for the bands to have a sign up with their names! I would love to hear some of these people again. Maybe they did and we were just walking by too fast to notice!
Thanks for a great marathon!
First one, I started running/training for the Portland Marathon on my daughter's birthday 10-10-2011. I have never been a runner before or even a jogger, but at age 48 I decided that this is something I wanted to do.
Most of my friends thought I was crazy to try something this hard, but the way I look at it, “why not?”
I was told that I should not set a time goal and that I should focus on just trying to finish. I need to explain the way I determined my finish time goal. As I was filling out the online registration, the question came up…did I expect to finish in under 4 hrs (not knowing anything about running or times or marathons)? I thought if they are asking, then there must be some kind of threshold, so I clicked “yes.” Then I thought holy cow what did I just do.
So the training really began. I set a goal for 3:45. I missed it by 14.38 minutes. My finish time was 3:59.22 with a big, fat blister on my pinky toe and a very painful IT band.
Next year I plan on hitting my goal. The really neat thing is that I have roped a couple of my buddies to train for the Rock n Roll Half coming in May. See you next year Portland Marathon and thank you for all the support from the running community.
This was my very first marathon. Here is my summary: Be strong, stay positive.
Well, it's been over two weeks since this adventure in my life. I have to say that it was the hardest thing I've ever done, physically and mentally.
My training had been going well overall until about 3 weeks prior, when my right foot went weird on me. So, I entered this run with a little more anxiety and trepidation than I expected. I had hoped for a sub 5 hour time, before injury-now I just wanted to finish. It was going to be a beautiful day in Portland. Temps in the 50's to start. Clear skies. The first few miles went well. My right foot would just twinge occasionally.
Of course, I started out too fast. Even though my youngest sister warned me multiple times to stay slow! In the beginning it was overwhelming to count down how many more miles were to come. Be strong, stay positive.
I got to mile 13, the half way point, with some left knee pain and some concerns about how I felt with so much left to go. Got a hug from a co-worker, and kept going. So far, we had just walked at the water stations. I will never forget seeing the mile 15 sign. Me thinking "yay-it's already mile 15", immediately followed by a panicked feeling of "oh no-I still have 11 more to go."
Looking down at the bracelet I was wearing with my sister's name on it, helped boost my mood. She was "running" it with me in spirit. It was warming up, the high that day reached 80.
Then came the St John's bridge and the hill going up to it. I had to walk some of the hill. I felt bad, because my dad would just gradually pull ahead, then he would have to wait for me. He told me to quit apologizing!
The bridge views were beautiful and so was running along the bluff, by Univ. of Portland. (my dad's alma mater and where my parents met). Mile 20- the longest point I had trained up to. So thankful, again, for my co-worker. She ran/walked with us for a few blocks. I told her I would finish. My body was quite unhappy, but I had to finish this! Be strong, stay positive.
I honestly don't know how I got through the last six miles. One foot at a time, I guess. I did more walking than I wanted. At mile 26 there was one last water station. On my right I see my mom with my nephew and niece-cheering us on!
One block later I see my sisters and my daughter. I so wanted to be done. Two more blocks to go, shuffle shuffle, I hear other friends cheering me on, shuffle shuffle, the fat lady is singing, turn the corner: I see the finish line!!
Dad grabs my hand and we cross the finish line. They apparently announce my name, and correctly pronounced, I don't hear it. We are done.
I finished in my goal time 4:56:33. We go through the line to get our medals, roses, food and finishers shirts. As we exit the participants only area I see my daughter-I still get emotional thinking about the hug from her. Oh, and then my sisters and all the family! Bawling my eyes out!
Hardest thing ever. But I did it. It took me a few days to be truly proud of myself. I "checked" out for a bit, while my body slowly recovered.
I've been asked: would I do it again. My answer is: yes-with someone. I did a lot of training on my own for this. I would do another if I had more training company.
My biggest thanks goes to my dad. He's my hero. He's run 22 Portland Marathons. And I have finished my first!!
Be strong, stay positive: my mantra that got me through 26.2 miles.