Friday, November 9, 2012

RnR Denver Epilogue

The mind is a funny thing.  You think you remember something one way, when in reality things went down a little (or a lot) differently.

For instance, I thought I did a face plant at the finish line of the Rock 'n' Roll Denver Marathon.  But when I saw my photos following the race, I realized I did a face plant before the finish line.  Then I got my raggedy butt back up and finished that sucker.

Since I first saw my race photos, I've been debating whether to share them on here or not.

First, they are certainly not the most attractive photos and I'm a fairly vain person.  Marathon Foto doesn't usually do me any great favors with the camera lens, but these are beyond my usual bad race photos.

Second, I feel like I said more than enough about the race in my initial post.  I try not to go on and on about running because this is not a running blog and, while I enjoy reading running blogs, many of you probably don't.  It's like, unless you're a golfer (which I'm not), listening to a golfer talk about this hole and that.  We get it.  You hit the ball, it rolled into the hole.

I bought this shirt for Brad when I ran the NYC Marathon a few years back.  I think it sums it up pretty well:

But then I realized I did have a bit more to say about the race.  Like, lots of things about the race were really great.

I saw my friend Suzanne at the start.

And I really enjoyed the course, which highlights some beautiful parts of my hometown that I love so much.

As I said in my first post, seeing Brad, Eli and Brad's parents on the course was beyond fantastic.

If this doesn't put a bounce in your step, I don't know what can

I was well trained and felt strong during a good portion of the race.

In Cheeseman Park
Until I didn't.

She's going DOWN!

It was this next photo that made me remember that I actually face planted before I finished the race.

Um, why is the medical dude running beside me with my hat and sunglasses?

Yeah, let's zoom in on this beautiful photo.  (*chucking vanity aside*)

But I still managed to (kind of) raise my arms in a feeble "victory" sign while crossing the finish line.  (Just call me Super Dork.)

Before grasping for the barricade in desperation.


I'll always remember this race.

Not because I ran a fast time and it's my current PR (personal record).  But because it was the race where I fell down, picked myself back up, and finished.

"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

"I get knocked down, but I get up again.  You're never gonna keep me down."

Probably worse than the pain of the actual fall was having to walk around like this for a few weeks:
The day after the race
And a few more days later.

My friend Michele told me she thought the shiners brought out the beautiful green in my eyes.  Sweet girl, that one.  A deacon at our church tried to stage a domestic violence intervention during a baptism class Brad and I attended.  (Yes, seriously.)

My body has mostly healed; I still have some pink scars on my left knee and bumps on my nose and chin that will hopefully disappear over time.  And I'm looking forward to my next big race, the Boston Marathon in April.  I know from having run it previously that there'll be Gatorade available every mile.

But, just to be safe, I think I'll have a pop tart the night before like Ritz (who has also struggled with sodium loss-induced cramping).  Since we'll be in Boston I can have a super delicious one from Joanne Chang's bakery, flour.  Maybe it'll bring me good luck.

Because these "lucky clover" arm warmers sure haven't done it.

Final postscript.  (I promise.)

The bills have now all come in for my trip to the ER, and totalled about $6,000.  I'm thankful that Brad and I have good health insurance, so much of it was covered.  But under our high deductible plan there was a sizable chunk that was our responsibility.

I won't say exactly how much, but let's just say I could've paid for a lot of on-course Gatorade that day.  For everyone.  And I wiped out Brad's health savings account, which he amassed over a period of several years as a single guy who never utilized the health care system.

Sorry about that, sweetie.


  1. Now, THAT'S what I call determination! Not so much the desire and willpower to finish, but to finish even after facing (no pun intended lol) a big obstacle in your path. :)

  2. They may not be lucky, but the arm warmers are CUTE!

    Glad you're feeling better. That was quite a shiner!!