I know this is a long time coming and I owed this quite a while ago but I tend to procrastinate with these things. At least I am getting it done. So here it is. I have been trying to figure out where to start. My training for this race has been quite a different experience. First off I trained with others. I am usually a loner out there. It is not that I don’t like running with other people. I love it but I tend to kind of go into my own world and that is cool as well. Moving on I was brought back from post recovery to race condition through the help from Team In Training (TnT). What a great organization and what an amazing group of people. I hope to never lose contact with them and look forward to more training and hanging out and making new friends as others join. Honestly, when I started at the “Kick off” I was having trouble running for more than about 15 minutes at a 16-17 min/mile pace.
Really, all the credit goes to my teammates, the coaches, mentors and staff for getting me ready for the starting line. I knew it would not be easy but all it takes is one step and then repeat. Over the summer the mileage grew and my pace settled in to about a 14min/mile. I could do faster for shorter distances but that is not the point. For those out there that remember me rocking out sub 9 minute miles might wonder what happened. A couple of things. When I went through some very rough patches I refused to eat and lost a lot of muscle mass. It will take a while to get my legs back and they will never be the same. Also, my left lung was the house of tumor for several months and like any crappy tenant they left a mess behind. Scar tissue and the like reduced much of that lung capacity. Less lung capacity means less energy flowing through the veins and a moderation of pace keeps things in check. Needless to say the tumors did not get their security deposit back.
So here I was, trained up and ready to go. It started Saturday morning where I gave a rambling mission moment talking about my man Timmy and his experience with TnT and my awesome friend and brother Abbey. Abbey is a survivor as well that inspired others with her TnT exploits and was an amazing resource when it happened to me. She was always there for me, even when I didn’t ask and she was unaware, her presence and share experience helped in those days I needed a little kick in the back of the mind. Well, I rambled then Space, the Psycho and I went for a nice walk at Fairmount Park. Afterwards we went over to the hospital for an infusion of anti-fungal that the doc had me on. I had spent that time sitting there writing and taking notes. We later checking into the hotel where the Team was staying and got ready for the Team dinner. The created an honor guard to the dinner that consisted of cheering, bell ringing and general noise making. It was awesome and loud. A nice dinner and then got to some business. Some words on the course and the plan in the morning and the like and then it came.
I had been asked to say a few words because they thought of me as an honored something. So there I was. Throughout I was told that I was an inspiration and the like. Really, I kind of thought I was just being me. Which is kind of an ass about things. I just could not give up on running it makes me happy. Instead of rambling I actually wrote something out which helped. I actually wanted to refocus some things. It was a my journey but really it was about those that where there for me from the beginning how the honor was mine to have had such heroes at my side the whole time. At points I choked up and perhaps the words on the sheet became blurry as my eyes may have teared up a little but I made it through and dinner was done. The girls and I said goodnight and it was off to the room for some shut eye.
Waking up at zero dark thirty, we made our way down to the lobby of the hotel and with coffee in hand I met with the Team and some pictures were taken. It was kind of fun walking in a group to the Team tent and the starting line. We hung out for a while before we headed for our coral. There were a bunch of first time racers and I could see their nervousness. I am old hat at this so I just kind of relaxed. It just another start line followed by just another finish line. Boy was I wrong. Because of my new pace I was relegated to the last coral so I had a while to think about what was going on. We walked and joked around wondering if the winners would cross the finish line before we started. We were only about 30 minutes behind the first starters and noone can get 13.1 miles in Philadelphia in 30 minutes not even in a car. It was about 25 meters from the start line when it hit. It was that holy shit moment. I had had a similar experience in a similar spot when I saw the finish line at the Philadelphia Marathon when I was about to break 4 hours for the first time. I was awestruck and a nervous wreck. I couldn’t believe I was where I was. I had made it. We had made it. Cancer be damned.
We surged into a jog, crossed the timing mat and …