I came into the race under trained because of my own struggles throughout the training season with my family but I had committed to doing this so I was hoping to pull on past races to be able to dig deep from strength the dwells in me and I was very thankful of having a great friend run beside me as well as having others cheer us on. I wasn't nervous all week but something was off, I was stressed or unbalanced, worried that I would be that last one in on the pickup truck as they pick up the road closure signs. And yet I wanted to finish in a time period. I want that good first marathon time. Ridiculous. I mean any marathon finish is a good time because you finished. Right? Jessica and I had put a lot of time in encouraging each other when we needed it. And I'm thankful I had someone by my side through the whole thing!
That morning we woke up in Tulsa and started making preparations. I was out of my "normal" race routine and preparation but I was going through the flow. We left to go down for a big group photo all the while I was trying to maintain a good attitude a free feeling laid back it is what it is attitude and I was doing pretty good until someone mentioned a time cut off. Ugh, there goes my mindset. It went down hill and I don't think I ever shook it. So here is a helpful hint: don't talk about cut offs minutes before a race start. You don't know how your words affect other people's mental game. I had none. Now I know I shouldn't have let it affect me but I think I was more worried than I thought, more stressed out than I thought and that was the final straw so to speak.
Anyway, the first half of the marathon went well. I even came across a bar/restaurant with my maiden name. It was like my family was with me along the way: