About mile 18 sugar began dropping, Jan mentioned levels going down, I suggested a less dramatic, oh they’re decreasing maybe we should do something.
How valuable has this monitoring system become. She drank OJ, another packet of jelly beans but our best range was now in the 115-125 and we just needed to maintain it there. The wall was coming if not already here.
But at that moment we saw Vince’s family coming down the trail, and nothing is more exciting than seeing one family. We had seen them earlier but this time the timing and boost was great. A couple a miles later we saw them at mile 20, and I got revenge I have been seeking for 5 years!
Vince’s family was there also, waiting for us. Jan was talking with Sue and the boys and I barged in and said, enough of this chit chat we’re here to Finish a marathon. I think Sue was a bit thrown by this tough love approach.
Back in 2003, at mile 23 at the NYC marathon I was so done, my wife gave me a nice hug, I didn’t want to finish. Jan yelled, enough lets go already. She was right but I was going to have my payback and this was it!!!
The final 6.2 and this was going to be tough. I suggested we switch to a run walk and I’ll let you know when we should run and then walk. She said ok. This really concerned me. In most cases that would be comforting when someone agrees to being told what to do, with Jan NOT COMFORTING.
But it worked out and then the most amazing rootbeer I ever tasted was at a water stop. Jan and I split one and then we continued on. Sugar levels still in the 115-120 level. The last 2-3 miles I felt like I was part of an Indy 500 pit crew. When they have 10 laps to go and don’t know if there is enough fuel in the tank. In this case, I was thinking will the sugar levels bottom out before we get to the finish.
I handed her one last pack of Jelly Beans knowing it would last the 20 minutes we had left in the race. Told he just get this down and no more Gatorade. She agreed.
As tough as the last few miles were, it was the most rewarding and fun. At that pace you know people are here for the fun of it. I saw one girl asking someone if there was a restroom at a shop , I yelled its going to hurt your time, and her friend said better then having her poop on her leg.
Can’t argue with that. The two of them caught up to us and she made a point of letting me know it didn’t hurt their time in a joking way.
Lambeau Field – There it was and we were about to run through the players tunnel and as we got to the field We are the Champions was playing on the loud speaker. As we made our loop around the field, I had such goose bumps.
I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to enter the field with 60,000 people screaming, it was unbelievable even with the few spectators on the bleachers. Later on Sue pointed out that they were much more crowded earlier. I wasn’t the only one with motivation speech issues.
We crossed the finish and mission was accomplished. Was it a miracle, a bit dramatic, but if you saw how the 3 of us worked together as a team, you wouldn’t of been surprised that we got it done.
Another marathon in the books, another unique story.
As Jan and I headed to our plane, I decided to carry her bag as I knew how tired she was. She said, you know I can carry my own bag and I said but you just ran a hard marathon. She said, “You did too.”
I responded, “But I’m a trained athlete” and she finished the sentence “Oh yeah, I’m the loser runner” and this allowed me to put my finger up towards her face with the Big L.
We both know that the truth is somewhere between these 2 extremes. I think that’s been our secret to being a good running team, not get caught up in the inspiration of the accomplishment but to be able to laugh about the circumstances and just run because we love it.
Although the cancer topic is always there, maybe not spoken, but its there. A run where there is no worry about cancer, now that’s a miracle.