I hadn’t planned to stop running, but, you know, life happens. This spring we decided to sell our house, and the preparations kept me super busy (and stressed), so running kinda left me for a while. I went a week without running, telling myself I’ll get back to it next week, and that stretched into two weeks of no running, and so on. After a month of not running, I stopped making excuses, and just convinced myself that I didn’t need it. I didn’t have time to feel guilty.
Back in March, before I had stopped running, there was the registration for the Beach to Beacon 10k. It is an annual tradition in my family to run the Beach to Beacon in Maine every August. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but the registration for the race is super competitive and nerve-wracking! This year, on the designated day in March, I woke up early and got my laptop up and running. I had my credit card at the ready, and my typing fingers were in top form. I had my cell phone next to me, and my sisters Julie and Beth were on text alert…we always let each other know the moment we are able to register successfully. In past years, the race has filled its 6000 general registration spots in 3-4 minutes. You have to type super fast, not make any mistakes, and hope that the website doesn’t crash due to the sheer number of people trying to do the same thing you are trying to do. I’ve been through this before, so I knew what to expect. The clock said 5:59am. I started clicking the “register” icon on the website repeatedly, knowing that in the next minute or so, it would magically load the 1st page of the registration. Click, click, click. Heart pounding. Eyes unblinking. Click, click, click. Nothing was happening. 6:00am….Click, click, click. I start panicking. I quickly shoot a text to my sisters “I can’t get in! It won’t load!” (although I’m sure I didn’t bother with punctuation under the circumstances). In the next 2 harrowing minutes I see texts from both of them “I’m on the 3rd page” or “almost done”, and I haven’t even gotten in the gate yet! I’m still clicking REGISTER, and nothing is happening. Then I see both sisters have gotten in, they are registered. Beth then started to try to register me. By this time I have lost hope, and I’m sure I’ll have to enter the lottery (for those who don’t get in, or are too faint of heart to attempt general registration). Beth is a fast typer, but it would be nearly impossible to do 2 registrations back to back before the deadline. It’s 6:06am….I’m sure the registration has closed several minutes ago. I text the girls that I am going to sign up for the lottery and hope for the best. Then I start getting frantic texts from Beth asking “What year were you born in?????” She is still trying to get me registered! I answered the text with my birth year. Then I notice that the texts from my 2 sisters seem to have been delayed. They are coming out of order on my phone. At about 6:10am I called Beth (why didn’t we do that before?). She said she was able to register me; I was in! Beth is officially the champion registerer for the Beach to Beacon! The birth year question was totally delayed on my phone…by the time I had answered her, she had been done with my registration for about 5 minutes. She guessed my birth year (she was under an enormous time pressure to fill something in, she couldn’t think, so she put 1975). I was born in 1973. So for the race I would be 2 years younger than my actual age. Sweet! (PS: Beth I think I still owe you money for the registration.)
As the spring and summer went on, I wasn’t running, and I didn’t seem to care. I had a lot on my to-do list to get the house ready to go on the market. I painted the entire interior of the house by myself, refaced the kitchen cabinets and bathroom vanities, and packed up most of our junk and stored it off-site. All while working full-time and taking care of 2 kids by myself, as my husband travels a lot for work. But I’m not complaining, I’m proud of all I accomplished! The house looked great. After what seemed like an eternity (it was actually 5 weeks) we received the right offer and accepted it. We had already committed to buying another house, so everything fell into place at the last minute, one week before the Beach to Beacon race.
On August 2nd, my daughters and I flew to Maine from Minnesota to see our family. The girls have fun with their cousins, and I love spending time with my mom and my 4 sisters. This summer, Julie had also not been running and Beth had not been training as much as she had hoped, so we had come to an agreement that we would treat the race as a casual “sister chat session”, and take walk breaks (normally a big no-no during my races, self-imposed, of course). We had a few days to spend catching up with friends and family, and then it was the night before the race. Beth called me. She had a proposal. That we not even go to the race, since we’d have to get up early in the morning, and we aren’t in shape, yada yada yada. I, of course, had been toying with that idea myself, but I was torn, willing to do what the majority wanted. Julie wanted to go, because she would have felt guilty about registering and then not running, when so many people who wanted to run had gotten shut out of the registration. So it was decided that we would bite the bullet and do it. So there I was, sitting on my mom’s couch on Friday night, and without any training, I was going to do a 10k on Saturday morning.
Race morning is always exciting, albeit early. I got up at 5:30am, ate a half of a bagel, and heard Beth’s car pull up in the driveway of my mom’s house. Beth’s husband Brad was also running (although he was ACTUALLY running), and he sat in the back seat as we headed toward Cape Elizabeth, about 30 minutes away. Of course we encountered some traffic as we got closer (other runners and spectators), but it wasn’t bad and we were able to make our way to the parking area at Hannaford Corporate to meet Julie before getting on the bus to the start line. We didn’t have to wait all that long to get on the bus once we got in line, but we DID have to wait for Beth to use the port-o-potty before actually getting in line, which set us back a little on time. This is Julie and I on the bus:
The bus ride seemed to last forever, and then we started to see runners walking along the side of the road, so I knew (or assumed) the start line was nearby. The bus dropped us off at a dump. Yes, a dump. We started walking in the direction that all the other runners were walking. And walking. And walking. We literally walked about a mile to get to the start line. Not a good start to my 10k, with a body that hadn’t done any exercise in many months. As we got up to the staging area, another bus was dropping off runners (they had parked at a different location, and THEIR bus driver thought he should drop them near the start line, go figure). At that moment, my friend Sarah came off the bus with her sister and husband! We went to college together in Pennsylvania, and she now lives in Maine (steps from the finish line). Most years we have seen each other at the race. Until next year, Sarah!
Anyhoo, after standing in the longest bathroom line ever, we finally made our way to the start corral. Here we are, still looking optimistic:
Since I wasn’t running the race for time, I carried my phone with me during the race, something I’ve never done before. I figured I could finally document a race in pictures, as it’s happening. Brilliant!
We started the race in the usual fashion (not being able to hear the actual start announcement, and just following the crowd to the start line). Brad left us behind, and the three sisters ran together. At the beginning of the race, it was like I’d never stopped running. My muscles seemed to remember what to do, and I found a rhythm (that didn’t last long). Beth was the only one of us with a GPS watch (I had forgotten to pack mine for my trip), so she was in charge of letting us know when we could take a walk break based on distance. She announced that we would run a 1/2 mile and then walk. Um, that was way longer than I had anticipated that I would have to run without stopping. I haven’t run ANY miles (not even 0.0001 miles), let alone a 1/2 mile, in 4 months. But somehow we were able to do it, then we walked. In the blink of an eye, Beth, the keeper of the time and distance, then announced it was time to run again. We had walked 1/10 of a mile. I may have protested (I can’t remember if I said anything aloud or if I was just cursing her in my head), but I obeyed. We went on like that for the first few miles, running WAY more than I had bargained for.
We hit the halfway point of the race, and came to the straight section by Cape Elizabeth High School. Julie and I were staying side by side, and most of the time Beth was a few steps ahead of us. I snapped a selfie as we ran, and Julie (who is ALWAYS ready for a cheesy running picture) obliged.
Notice the woman in the white shirt raising her arms behind us. She had been attempting to photobomb our selfie, and as she passed us a few seconds later, she admitted it. We laughed and said “we’ll forever remember you”, and “I’m getting teary just thinking about it” and other such camaraderie nonsense you say to complete strangers during a race. We thought we were hilarious (maybe we were delirious?). Don’t forget that woman, she will reappear later….
After we passed the high school, we approached the curve onto Shore Road, where I knew my friend Patty would be watching the race (if she hadn’t already gone home, because we had been going super slow!). I see Patty once a year at this corner. Our reunion was about 30 seconds long, as I gave her a sweaty hug and snapped a selfie (did I mention how bad I am at taking selfies? Especially in bright daylight so I can’t see the screen). Love you, Patty!
After that, the course passes down a long and winding road that leads to the park at the finish. Along this road are houses, most with long driveways. The homeowners always camp out at the end of their driveways with their friends, cheering on the runners, and often playing loud music to lift our spirits. One such song we heard was “We Are Family”, which we sang (of course), but we changed the next line to “I got half my sisters with me” (which was true). Throughout the next few miles we saw the woman in the white shirt several times, and we joked with her “Stop following me” and so forth to keep the mood light. We talked to her and found out her name was Jeannine and she had 4 sisters as well (one of whom was also running the race). So we would chit chat a little with Jeannine every time we passed each other doing our walk/run. Coming up to mile 5, the road opens up to the ocean on the right-hand side. It is a glorious sight after essentially being in the woods for several miles. It was foggy that morning, and as the salt air hit my nose, I snapped a picture of the inlet.
And then finally, mile 5.
Shortly thereafter we passed the “Beach to Bacon” house (they hand out bacon to the runners, smelled super good, but the thought of consuming bacon after 5 miles of untrained running was very unappealing at the time, so I passed on that). The rest of the race was kind of a blur to me. My legs had gone their limit, and I knew that coming into the park at almost mile 6 there is a brutal, short hill that I was dreading. Right before the park entrance, Jeannine appeared and ran beside us. She literally pushed me up the hill by putting her hand on my back (which made it SO much easier!). I was grateful. At the top of the hill, though, I was gassed out. Beth took off ahead, as did Jeannine. Julie stayed with me but willed me to run the last 3/10 mile. It was crazy. I could barely lift my legs, but I ran. Finally the finish line was up ahead, and I was able to lift my arm enough to take a blurry pic.
We had planned to do jazz hands at the finish (for the picture) but I totally forgot, because my brain lacked oxygen at that moment.
No surprise, this was a PW for me (personal worst, a term coined by my cousin Jane at this very race several years ago). But guess who we saw right after we finished? That’s right, Jeannine! Obligatory selfie with a stranger:
There is more to this story (of course)….We parted ways with Jeannine and headed over to get our bags. There we ran into Jeannine again (stalker?), and she had found her sister, Tiffany. After introductions, Beth says to Jeannine’s sister “Wait, are you MaryBeth’s friend Tiffany?” Of course, they know each other through a mutual friend! We laughed about it being a small world etc. As Beth, Julie, and I go to the food tent and laughed about it some more, we realized that Tiffany and Jeannine had actually been a part of our Beach to Beacon email group a few years ago (we had never met them in person). Coincidence? I think not. (actually I do, I just had to say that). Small world indeed!
After we had consumed some food and water, we headed to the line for the bus, which is always sooooooo long. In order to get to the line, we had to go down some stone steps. FYI, running a 10k with zero preparation will make it difficult for you to go down stairs without looking like an idiot. For several days thereafter as well. Fun times. I felt 50 years older at that moment, instead of 2 years younger than my actual age (according to the B2B). In line with Julie, who had picked up some swag (free Blue Cross Blue Shield shades):
We stood in line for about an hour, as my muscles got stiffer and stiffer. Then we rode on a school bus for 20 minutes bouncing around on our very sore muscles. Then we drove back to mom’s house for another 30 minutes. I would find it necessary to take ibuprofen around the clock for the next 3 days. It has been 7 days since the race and my hips are still sore.
So, running a 10k without training is not recommended. But I had a great time despite the physical pain, and it only makes me more motivated to actually strive to beat my Beach to Beacon PR next year….1:00:21. Can it be done???? Maybe if I train…