This weekend Emir and I ran another marathon. Months ago after we had already signed up for and booked everything for the bear mtn 50k (in 2 weeks!), emir emails me at work exclaiming that he had won entry into the blue ridge marathon through a running blog he follows. I was like "wow cool! But where is it and when is it?" He said Virginia and April 20th. I said "then we have to stay the weekend and its only two weeks before the 50k. We r already staying up at bear mtn a couple nights". Emir was just so excited to have won something, he never wins anything and it would have broken my heart to make him give it up. So in the end we were able to use hotel points and figured what's another race?!?
|Bart Yasso and I|
So Friday morning we dropped the kids off at school and set off for Roanoke. It's a 6 hour drive plus we stopped for lunch, gas etc so 7 in all. It rained pretty heavy at one point once we were in Virginia but by the time we checked in, it subsided. We went over to the expo in downtown Roanoke. First of all the most expensive parking garage was $2!!! R u kiddin me??? AND there were garages that were free!!! Wow. Anyways I knew Bart yasso was going to be there so maybe that's why I wore my runners world half festival shirt ;-). As we walked around Bart yelled out to me that I was wearing the best shirt in the house. I obviously don't really know Bart but being around him the whole runners world festival back in oct. you can just tell what a great guy he is and his true passion for running. I did end up getting a pic with him and he tweeted me later about how great it was to see me again which was nice. There wasn't a whole lot else to the expo but there was a bunch of reminders of what happened this week in Boston. Many people wearing Boston shirts, jackets and the colors. They also were giving everyone "running for Boston" bracelets and stickers. They told us how there was influx of people signing up and wanting to run the race after hearing about Boston. They also gave free entry to anyone who ran in Boston. One lady there ran and finished Boston and then ran a double Blue Ridge. There was probably about 20 or so people who started at 2:30 am and ran the course so they could be finished and back in time to run it again with everyone else, crazy but awesome.
After the expo we found a great place with craft beers for dinner. There was a big music festival coinciding with the marathon so there was lots of great stuff going on around the cute downtown Roanoke. We had a great time and I even enjoyed a delicious beer float for desert! Awesome. That night we were both restless and woke up a lot. Emir said he was hot. I know myself it was nervous excitement. I wasn't nervous for Philly in nov or the OD marathon a few weeks ago. I guess because they were your typical, avg courses. I'm at the point now where I know I can run a marathon. But blue ridge is completely different. It has the title of "America's toughest road marathon". Boasting over 7400 feet in elevation changes which takes place over 3 of the blue ridge mountains. This is not a marathon you can take lightly. I was so excited to get out there and run in this beautiful scenery and also join together with my fellow runners in support of Boston but very nervous if I would really survive this course. Since January, yes we have trained some elevations but lately due to aches and pains, etc we haven't done much. Eventually it was time to get up.
We both felt tired and were dragging from a restless night. Once we had our coffee and gorged on eggs, sausage, potatoes and English muffins we were upbeat and excited. We drove downtown to the start. I decided to go with a race tank and shorts. The temp was supposed to be in the high 50s to low 60s sunny so I didn't want to be hot. The only problem was that at 630 in the morning it was 40 with wind gusts! Freezing! But I saw so many other runners dressed like me I figured I would be fine once we started (which turned out to be true). I wore yellow and blue colors to support Boston as so many others did too. Emir and I also printed out special Boston race bibs we attached to our hydration packs. Some other runners had them as well. It was just such a mix of emotions that morning. This was the first marathon in America to take place since Boston. There was also a pretty intense security presence given the size of the marathon is only 1700(full and half). They checked our bags when going into the start area and we saw them checking spectators as they moved around to viewing areas. There were helicopters overhead during the race and police EVERYWHERE. I definitely felt secure an safe but also sad at the same time that this has become necessary. After words about Boston
and a moment of silence, we were off!
So when the blue ridge marathon people say there are some flat parts, they are lying! Haha. Supposedly the first couple miles leading up to the first mountain are flat. To us normal people who don't live in the mountains, these are hills and not that easy. But the views leading to the mountain were breathtaking and with the brilliant sun that morning just stunning. The first mountain we encountered we kind of skirted the side of it going uphill then broke away from the halfers and headed to Roanoke mountain. Wow what a long climb that was. One section was particularly steep so we walked a minute or two as was EVERYONE. Eventually we made it to the top. I had been snapping pics along the way since it was so beautiful and we agreed this marathon was totally for fun since the thought of doing it for a specific time would be absolutely ridiculous. At the top of Roanoke Mountain was a large aide station with lots of volunteers. Two of the volunteers saw me taking pics of the view from the top and asked if I wanted them to take a pic of me. So of course I stopped and posed for a pic on top of the mountain. The descent down was almost as hard as the ascent. It was so steep! It was hurting different muscles than the climb up!
The race continued on in that fashion. We had a few miles between each of the 3 mountains that were nowhere close to flat. Then it would be a long climb up and long descent down. The climb on the second mountain was a real struggle for me. Both Emir and I had the feeling he was going to be leaving me behind. My legs were feeling so tired and I was just feeling overall dead. Awesome, I wasn't even halfway done yet. But at the top, I stopped for a minute took in a GU, had some water. We both had our packs full of Tailwind (of course) but I just needed something else too. We started the descent and in a few minutes I started feeling much better. Luckily it carried over to the rest of the race. Of course the 3rd and final mountain didn't arrive until around miles 18-19. They say Peakwood is the smallest and easiest of the 3 but once again, LIARS!!! Ok yes it's the smallest in terms of height but let me tell you, it was by far the steepest and it felt like it went on forever!!! But there was an awesome party going on at the top with water, GU brew and tons of fruit and PB&j's and awesome, awesome volunteers who you couldn't help but smile and laugh with. We took one of our two potty breaks up here (there were port a potty's every station! which was every 1.9 miles or so). I was waiting for Emir to come out and Bart Yasso enters the party scene. He's high fiving everyone and comes over grabs my hand says "darlin, I'm so proud of what you are doing! you are awesome!!" This coming from a man struggling with lyme disease who just ascended this crazy steep mountain. Bart is just amazing! After we descended the last mountain we still had somewhere between 5-6 miles left. But I was feeling good and I could tell Emir was too. I mean were our legs hurting? hell yeah! But we knew we could do it and could finish strong. Of course there were some more ups and downs those last miles but felt like nothing compared to what we had been through. On that homestretch I drank my tailwind, some water, ate a snickers some spectators left in front of their house for runners and Emir and I did a shot of Boston Lager. And the last .2 mile stretch down to the finish line that was lined with everyone screaming for us, we ran holding hands and lifted our hands together as we crossed the line. Even more awesome was the announcer who announced each person as they crossed. He yelled "Husband and wife, Emir & Amy Dedic from Flourtown, PA coming in strong together!! Look at them holding hands crossing the line together!" I hope they got a good pic of it!! :-) We finished in 4:30, which both of us could not believe!! We totally thought for sure it would take us way longer to do a marathon of this difficulty not to mention I stopped for a pic, we stopped twice to pee, walked up a few of the steeper sections and stopped at a couple aide sections. We were both so proud and beaming at our job well done!
So yeah this race was hard as hell but I'm still on this crazy high from it. I just don't even know what other words to use other than awesome and amazing. What made it so awesome not only were the views but the people. Roanoke and the surrounding Blue Ridge Mountains are not extremely populated places but there were crowds throughout the whole race. Besides the official aide stations which they had a ridiculous number of with tons of enthusiastic volunteers, tons of the locals also set up their own "stations" in front of their houses. People had music blasting for us from their boom boxes, they were cheering, had cowbells, signs, bubbles, you name it we probably saw it. Not only that but the local spectators had water and food for runners too! There was fruit, pretzels, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, candy, frozen grapes and that's only what I saw. They were all so motivating and told us how proud they were we were doing this. The only city race I've done so far is Philly. And while I'm sure in total there were way more spectators along the course, it was nothing like this. In Philly there were huge sections with nobody cheering and it just didn't feel as genuine as this. These people loved having us there and in return we loved being there. I would do this race again in a heart beat.