I didn't get to run..... I realized that it wasn't appropriate.
I changed my mindset, tossed my game plan, and I enjoyed the event for what it was...... It was a time to celebrate people who have beat cancer, to remember those that we've lost and to connect to one another.
The first lap was dedicated to the survivors. Everyone wearing a yellow shirt was a survivor.... It was both, sad and joyous.
Our team name was named after our team captain Marie (a survivor herself).
My mother-in-law and I before the start (Andrew took the photo). They both stuck it out the entire event.
At 10pm the track was cleared and a bagpiper came round the track playing Amazing Grace. As the bagpiper made his way around, the luminaries that formed the track were lit. Each luminary represents a lost loved one.
There was entertainment all night long.
Every hour on the hour, a lap was dedicated to something fun. There was a bubble lap, a Disney lap, a hillbilly lap, etc....... Prizes were awarded to the best costumed/ most innovative teams.
The sunrise was beautiful. It was a privilege to be there. I finished a better person than when I started.... I am grateful.
With exception of dedicated laps, potty, and fuel breaks, I was on the track the entire time. I overcame exhaustion, learned that speed walking on uneven grass was very difficult, and realized that chicken noodle soup is nectar of the gods.
By morning I had covered 51.4km (31.9 miles).
My legs were stiff and I was exhausted.
This event was not only invaluable for my training, but for my personal evolution.
From the bottom of my heart I want to thank all of you for your support. xoxo