Sunday I ran a marathon, and it was an incredible experience. Not easy, not fun at times; but I wouldn't have changed a thing. Such an amazing 5 hours. True to Megan form, I'll make a list with a mile to mile recap of the event.
Mile 1: Crowded and Cold! (The start included the half marathoners and it was 36 degrees out!)
Mile 2: Had a cup of yellow gatorade on a completely empty stomach - not a good idea, see mile 5 and 6
Mile 3-4: Discovered that from now on, only grape gatorade would be offered. Stopped drinking gatorade all together.
Mile 5-6: Horrible side ache. Thought about "walking it out" but decided that only bad could come from stopping. Starting praying that it would go away.
Mile 7: Started feeling better - could it have been the gummy bears given out?
Mile 8: Had a GU and felt extremely relieved.
Mile 9-13: Feel euphoric. Flying through the woods. "Soul Meets Body" by Deathcab and "Making Movies" album by Dire Straits gives an extreme amount of pleasure, and I find that I'm -yes- having the time of my life. Charge up the hill at mile 12.
Mile 14-15: Pickle juice? Really?

Mile 16-17: Beautiful scenary along the Grand River. Perfect running weather. Starting to get bored though once noticing that this was going to be a really long section (think 8-9 miles on the same straightaway)
Mile 18-20: Turn into a small, sniffling baby. "My feet hurt! My legs hurt! I'm chaffing on my arm!" Even convinced myself that I deserved to walk. Walked about 6-7 times for a minute each. See my parents and remark with a quiver in my voice that "I don't think I can do this! I hit my wall!" Passing runner tells me not to 'hit the wall' but to give the wall a high five and say - Let's Go! Random stranger gives me a cherry jolly rancher (yes, yes - I took candy from a stranger) and suddenly, the world looks a little brighter. I decide to grow up and stop bitching. Make a decision that it's time to finish this race.

Mile 21: Orange wedges delight me.
Mile 22-24: Have gone into a somewhat yoga-like mentality. I don't feel anything anymore. Miles pass slowly, but this doesn't seem to matter nor register. I just keep chugging along.
Mile 24.5-25.5: Brother in law sees me and asks if I want company. "Okay" - sounds distracting - this could work. He talks, I listen. He runs in church clothes, I drag my feet along... I know he's making me run faster, and I know it's a good thing - I'll get done faster. At 25.5, he convinces me that I'll finish before 12:45. I've got that number in my head.
Mile 26: I see the mile marker. I think I may be imagining it.
Mile 26.1: My brother runs out of the crowd and starts video taping me. Thought it was cool for 2.4 seconds until he started asking me questions. I tell him to stop pacing me and go away.
Mile 26.2: I see the finish line. I see the timer - 4:44:50... I've got to hit the mark in 10 seconds. Victory! Come through at 4:44:58. I thought I was going to cry at this point, but was just too proud of not walking the last 6 miles to break down again. Hug Don Kern (race director) and get really too excited about the yellow gatorade in the finish chute. Drink 2 cups full, ate half a pickle and some culver's frozen custard. Received my finisher's medal and found Ross.

So that's about it. My official time was 4:42:19, which is like a 10:40 mile. I'm proud of that. And so thankful for the people that came out; Mom and Dad Mulder for making posters, screaming loud, and making it to like 7 different locations. Gregg Mulder for running with me for a mile. Mom and Dad Huizinga for beaming everytime I saw them. For Derek Huizinga, Shelly Funk, and my grandparents for coming out and cheering me on. For the 32 friends and family that wrote me encouraging notecards and got me through the race mentally, and especially for my husband, who road a bike all around Grand Rapids to capture pictures, video tapes, and encourage me from the sidelines. He also gets an extra thanks for hauling me on my feet everytime I need to get up, giving me a lot of massages this weekend, and for telling me over and over again that he's proud of me. Hearing that makes the pain so worth it.