I have more marathon stories.

Just random thoughts and anecdotes that didn’t really fit into my race report but I thought were worth posting. Here are four moments that made me laugh:


Once the race results were posted I examined them thoroughly. I did ok in my age group – I was near the middle. Nothing particularly outstanding, but still pretty good for my first time I think. What really struck me about the stats was the amount of people that never finished. It was so fascinating for me to go through and examine the info on all those people who never made it – like how far they had traveled to run this (what cities they were from), how fast they started (most of them too fast), and where they dropped out.

There was one guy who must have been FLYING because he reached the 32k check point in 1 1/2 hrs! But then he didn’t finish. He just disappeared. He only had 10k left! He could have walked it and still finished ahead of me, but something must have happened to him. So that really reinforced for me the idea that the true race really starts in the last 10k.

I don’t think a lot of people really understand the concept of a marathon. They hear the distance but it’s not something that they can mentally grasp until they’ve run it. I feel like a lot of people go into it without really understanding how far it actually is.

I had to laugh early on in the race because near the beginning there was backup from road closures and at one point we were running alongside some traffic. People were sitting in their cars looking at us and one lady rolled down her window and yelled, “YOU’RE ALMOST THERE!!”


I laughed again later on in the race when we saw this insane spectator on the sidelines. It was some crazy mom who was there with her child. She was leaping up and down and SCREAMING at the top of her lungs, waving her arms wildly for every single person that passed. Her kid, a young girl, was just standing there looking like she wanted to die of embarrassment. This lady was easily burning 10x more calories than any of the runners, and it occurred to me that someone with THAT much energy should probably be running the marathon.


When my running partner decided to run downtown to pick up his race kit, he didn’t really have proper directions because the ones I had given him were for driving (he had a car and I TOLD him it was way too far to run the day before the marathon, but he apparently didn’t believe me).

So somewhere along the route he stopped a lady for directions and asked, “Excuse me, how far is the lake?” The lady was really friendly, “Oh, it’s easy. You just go there and get on the bus…”

“No, no… I mean. How FAR is the lake? Like… how far?”

She looked at him up and down like he was crazy. “Are you WALKING??”

“No, I’m running there.”

She smiled sweetly and patted him on the shoulder, “Oh no honey, that’s too far to run. You go there and take the bus….”


People were flocking my pacer. Between his kilt and his sandals, he was quite popular along the route. On the subway ride home he literally had a mob of people crowding around him and asking all sorts of questions. Before the race even started, some girl recognized him from a forum and approached him, “Hey aren’t you…??”

Everywhere we went, people yelled things at us. Everyone thought he was this incredible thing; it was quite amusing to watch. And kind of made me feel special that I got to run with him.


Of the 1,936 people who finished this marathon, 33% were women and 67% were men. We were ahead of about 22% of men finishers.

In the last 8k of the marathon, we were passed by 16 people. We passed 98.