This title should give you a little hint about what happened this past Sunday. The other title’s I threw around were, “Almost DNH (Did not Happen)” and “What the Hell was I thinking?!”Anyway, the days leading up to the marathon were filled with travel and anxiety. After arriving late on Friday night, I struggled to sleep past 8 (I was too excited to sleep) so we were up and moving and headed to the Expo for bib pickup. I was ignoring the weather because it was so iffy about what was happening. The weather was nice, hot but nice, but that was supposed to change and here comes the anxiety. I figured if I didn’t look it wouldn’t happen, right? Right! Well, wrong!
After spending a wonderful early evening carbo loading with my wonderful college friends of 20+ years, we called it a night. I made it home (mom’s house), gathered all of my stuff for the race, and headed to bed because I needed to get up by 4:15 to make it down to the race for all the events by 5:30 (yes that is AM!). I slept the majority of every hour from 10pm until alarm time (which never goes off but at least it is set). I ate my oatmeal, gathered my stuff, and we were about to head out the door when it happened. My stepfather said the horrible words no runner wants to hear, “Well the storms are firing up!” I was hoping he was wrong, praying he was wrong, but as we approach downtown OKC, he became correct. Little drops were falling on the windshield and there was lightening happening all around. Nothing big but enough that I figured it would be a problem. But onward we went, in hopes that it was going to pass by us.Dave and I dropped my mom off to meet a friend and we made our way over to the starting corrals via the port-a-potties cause if you run, you know before any race there is a need! The rain became steadier and so we sought shelter in the 4 story parking garage right by the corrals. We found an area in a reserved parking spot that we claimed as our own. Little did we know that this spot would be ours for almost 2 hours. Yep, that’s right, nothing like being ready to run, keyed up, excited that you have done all the training only to be told that they have to wait for the storms to pass. We didn’t know it would be two hours from the start, it started as 30 mins and then an hour and then they had to check with the city of Oklahoma City to see if they could start the race after 8am. Evidently they had a drop dead time of the race starting by 8am or it would not have happened. So we sat… and sat…. and stressed that the race might not be run… and sat some more …. Oh and
the storms moved through. It cooled off to low 60’s, hailed a little, rained a lot but we were protected.
Finally the word came down that the race would start at 8:20am. They began all the prerace activities with the 168 seconds of silence for all the victims of the bombing, followed by the singing of the National Anthem and inside the parking garage we all hummed along until the last few lines that we all sang together (it was beautiful!). We all reentered the corrals, cheered on the wheelchair start and then counted down to the beginning. The horn sounded and we were off (okay it took me over 5 mins to cross the starting line but we were off)…….