We went to Philadelphia for a really short trip this weekend. Tyler had a marathon to run, and I was to be his cheerleader. Tyler has been a runner for years now, but this was just his second marathon. Between all our moves in the last few years, it was hard to make the time. He set a goal, and trained so well this semester even while he was really busy with school. We woke up early, and I dropped him off, and just hoped that he would make his goal and have a good run.
While waiting, I had no idea where I was, and asked a couple people about where I should be to wait, and they were so nice, I ended up staying with them the whole time. Myra's husband was running, and he was a huge runner, who runs ultras and marathons all over the country. Talking to them, I definitely had a peek into my future of being a constant spectator.
The anxiety to see Tyler where I waited at mile 13 was terrible. I kept thinking, is he doing well? Why haven't I seen him? Did I miss him? I finally spotted him, and I almost missed him, and had to scream his name because he was listening to This American Life at full blast. But when he finally turned around he had a big smile. I knew he was fine. Waiting at the finish, I waited and waited, thinking that maybe something had happened. But then I finally spotted him, and he put his arms up and gave me a smile. I had been watching so many other runners, I saw crying, bleeding, cramping, grimacing, and limping. It's a very emotional thing to see. I ran to the finish to meet up with him, and he felt so fantastic. His legs were a little tight, but other than that he felt so great. He didn't even look tired! I think I might have complained more about my legs being tired after standing for hours.
He finished at his goal time, (he's a pretty modest person, so I won't brag about it even though I want to, but it was fast, just look at those hardcore dudes that are running by him!) and now he's ready to work towards qualifying for Boston, and his ultimate life goal of running ultra-marathons of 50 and 100 miles. Watching him finish his first marathon was very emotional for both of us, and this one it was more matter-of-fact, and he was already trying to find a marathon to run in January.
This is a long post, but I'm just so proud of him. I'm ready to be his cheerleader forever.