October 14th, 2010
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My First (Omigod-I-can’t-Believe-I’m-Saying-This) Marathon

My notes: This is long. Like, really, really long - sorry about that, I wanted it to be short, but obs that didn’t happen.  I also found it really hard to write this, and I don’t like this post at all, but as time is ticking on, it seems to be getting harder, thus I figured I had to get something down…

“You ran the marathon on Sunday?” asked my cab driver. “ Yup, I did,” I replied. 

“Wow! What was your time?”

My eyes darted around as I shyly responded, “Thanks, it was 5 hours 42 minutes.”

“My goodness! That’s fantastic. Congratulations. That’s just incredible… you should be very proud.”

I thanked him for his kind words, stepped out of the cab and felt tears forming in my eyes with sincere thanks.  Up until that point I had finished a marathon in a time that embarrassed me. I was so embarrassed, in fact, that I couldn’t bring myself to tell people my time (including you, and including the people at the Nike store who would engrave my medal for free… hence I didn’t get mine engraved).

I’m so thankful for that cab driver, because he snapped me out of my post-marathon-mini-depression and suddenly it hit me, omigod guys, I ran a freaking marathon! I went from point A, to point B, and covered the 42.2 k (26.2 miles) and had a hell of an experience.

But let me first start at the beginning.

On October 9th I was in bed by 9 pm, and, as predicted, not even a marathon could keep me (lover of all things sleep) awake, as I literally passed out when my head hit the pillow. I was woken on Sunday, October 10th, 2010 at 6am by five alarms (no lie: cell, alarm, Garmin watch, mom calling, hotel calling).

I popped out of bed, got naked, and body glided every inch of my body, which proved vital later on in the day.  I pulled my pink socks up,and slid into my bright, pink outfit, simply following a routine and not thinking much about the whole, omigod-I-am-about-to-run-a-marathon-in-an-hour thing.

Walking towards the start line at 6:30 am is something I’ll never forget.  The sun was barely up, but the city was already humming with the sound of excited runners.  I looked down each road I crossed, and as far down as I could see, hordes of runners were walking towards Millennium Park.  It was magical (and that’s not for lack of a better word, as this is what it was, magical).

As I arrived at Millennium Park, my nerves had caught up with me. Do I need the washroom? No, no I don’t, wait… do I? Shoot, I think Id o. No, wait… I don’t. O.k where should I go now? Omigod, I do need the washroom… where on earth is it? No, no I don’t… And then I heard,


And who did I run into? but the ever so lovely Miss. Theodora of Losing Weight in the City fame.  The blog gods were looking out for me that morning, as my nerves instantly disappeared as we chatted about, “can you believe we’re about to run a marathon!?” our washroom dilemmas (turns out, I did need to go. Oh and, Dear Imodium, I love you. Love E), and which pace group to start in.

We ended up squeezing our way into the 11 minutes a mile section and then played the waiting game.  The gun went off at precisely 7:30 am and we crossed the start line together at 7:53 am.  We ran in silence together as we took everything in.

This whole summer I trained for the marathon (the Canadian way, eh!) doing ten and ones.  Which meant I would run for 10 minutes, walk for 1, run for 10, and so on. (Apparently there’s proof you will finish in the same time as someone who runs the race constantly. Not sure if it’s true, but they do that everywhere in Canada - they even have 10/1 pace bunnies at races.)

I missed my first two “1 minute walks” because I wasn’t tired at all,and wanted to run with Theodora, but around the 2 mile mark I said au revoir to her as I was nervous to make a rookie mistake by trying something new on my marathon.

I was now alone and rocking the run.  To say I had a smile ear to ear, would not be an under exaggeration.  I was in awe of myself and my surroundings, and was fully invested in each moment.

The mile markers flew past, and I was feeling great. I thanked each person who cheered me on with a big smile, head nod and wave. Suddenly I saw 12 miles, and was stunned I was not only nearly half way, but I also was coming up to the first of the 3 spots where my parents would be cheering me on.  I rounded the corner and saw the massive sign with my name on it and sprinted towards them.  I hugged my mom, high fived my dad, and went on my way with tears in my eyes.

And then I crossed the half way marker of the marathon and looked down at my Garmin watch: 2 hours, 35 minutes.

That was the moment, right there, when I saw 2:35, that I lost all faith in myself.  Sad, no? Yes.  If I could do it over, I would never have looked at my overall time, I would have just glanced at the pace.

I was so discouraged from seeing that 2:35 that, despite still feeling good, I lost track of my ten and ones and ran when I wanted, and walked when I wanted to (d-a-n-g-e-r-o-u-s).  As you’ve probably noted, the second half then took me 3 hours and 7 minutes.  

This is a testament to how The Marathon truly is a mind game because I was still feeling good. However, with that being said, I did make then a conscious decision not to hate myself on the second half of the run, but instead to take it all in.

And take it all in, I did.

I waved to the crowds, ate my gels, took photos (I had a disposable ran through the water hoses, high fived young children, mouthed words of appreciation to elderly folk, and went to the washroom.

In the second half, I had to move off the course three times for ambulances to go by, and I saw three people collapse(!).  One man collapsed just ahead of me, and as he had no one around I ran over to him to make sure he was OK.  He wasn’t (this was super scary) and so I sprinted (because apparently I had tons of energy) towards the first aid people to get help. They were amazing and all sorts of awesome.  I wished him luck, and bid him farewell and headed on to the 30 k (18 mile) markers.

It was hot and sunny out, but I didn’t know the exact details until I saw 33 degrees (91.5 F) flash up on a screen. UMM WHAT? Whoa.

I continued on trying to huddle in the tiny bits of shade with the rest of the runners, still smiling and really enjoying my snail-pace run.  I rounded the corner just before mile 24 and saw Chicago in the distance which got me really, really excited.  As I ran through the Nike sponsored area, I heard, “In a mere 2 miles you will have completed the 33rd Chicago Marathon. You’re going to do it! This is it!” and thus I pretty much just lost it.  Cue tears of joy, and lip trembles.

At miles 25 and on I was feeling great, like I could fly, and as I ran past all the walkers on the final stretch I saw my parents again which gave me the final boost I needed to run up the hill, round the corner and cross the finish line.

Sadly, there are no words yet invented, that could describe the feeling of pure joy that encompassed my body when I stepped across that finish line. Hence, I’ll create one.  Crossing the finish line was superfansticredible. My whole body was engulfed by this pure, one hundred percent real emotion of success. In that moment I wasn’t defined by anything, but the applause of the screaming fans.

The volunteer who gave me my medal, congratulated me, and then hugged me, which once again resulted in me crying into his shoulder (poor guy).  I then grabbed my beer (which I couldn’t bring myself to actually drink- sad), took my official “marathon finisher” photo, and went to find my parents.

I can’t quite express the emotions that went through me that afternoon and even the next day. It was a mixture of happiness and disappointment as I had missed my goal time by nearly an hour.

However, after the cab incident I realized how utterly ridiculous I was being, because this was my first marathon, and I finished! Me! E, of loves-to-eat-and-sit fame finished a marathon!

Running a marathon was never a life goal of mine simply because I never imagined I could do it, but to date it’s been one of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done and it has changed my confidence and self-esteem more than I thought possible.

While I was sitting on the plane on the way home, I realized that everyone wins the marathon.  Whether they’re slow or fast, walk or run, it is the ultimate independent challenge of the human body and mind, and will change each person in their own, unique way. It was a spectacular event in my life, and as time passes, and it still sinks in, it is just getting better and better.

My Stats: Note how freaking slow the last 10k is. I should also point out I didn’t hurt in the slightest after this run, or even the next day.  I actually think I could have gone for another run on the Monday. Sad… obviously I didn’t push myself that much.  Next time I will.

October 12th, 2010
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I’ve had this shirt for over 2 months and can FINALLY wear it!

It will be worn today on a walking tour around Chicago with me, myself and I. Stops will include, but not be limited to, Nike store on Michigan Ave, Navy Pier, The Art Institute of Chicago, and any place my heart desires.

This city is so beautiful, and will now always mean so much to me.  I never want to leave, but will be returning home tomorrow evening, at which point I’ll attempt to put into words the most epic day of my life.

Happy Tuesday, and thank you so much for all the phenomenal support,

Y’all da bomb,


Ps This was not supposed to be a boob shot, but sometimes, things don’t go as planned.

October 10th, 2010
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You’ll have to excuse me, I’m not at my best… AS I JUST RAN A MARATHON!!!!!!!!


October 8th, 2010
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As if I’m in Chicago right now. And, as if I’m running 26.2 miles in 1 day, 9 hours.

No words, just the pitter-patter from my heart.


October 8th, 2010
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Good night Friends,

I am packed, and ready to head to Chicago in the am.  Next time I blog it will be from the windy city.

I tend to tweet a sheeeet load when I travel (I get bored), so if one desires, check in there to see what the ballzies I’m doing.

Mmmmkay? Oh… what’s that? You don’t care about my airport thoughts? Oh, well this is awkward…

Cue me curling up in the fetal position and snoozing (actually, this is very, very true)


Love E

Ps 2 days and 9 hours, but whose counting?

October 7th, 2010
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One thing I learnt from my trip to Montreal, is it sucks to be unorganized. Hence I created this awesome-awesome “E’s Chicago Guide” complete with:

  1. Packing list, Passport and Chicago Marathon Ticket
  2. Chicago Guide (this pdf had everything! Food to sightseeing to maps
  3. Marathon Participant Guide
  4. Flight/Hotel Deets oh, and my travel insurance IN CASE I DIE
  5. And this? this is currently what my room looks like. Shenanigans going on: downloading some music (thank you for the recommendations all!), charging garmin/camera, packing, feeling lost.

Oh ps.,  I am so nervous my stomach has hurt all day - and (this is shocking) I’ve had to force myself to eat. I feel like I’m more nervous than I should be. Eeeek.

2nd ps. I was told today not to pack my running outfit/shoes in my suitcase, but to put them in my carry on. Solid advice, I would never have thought of this on my own.

October 6th, 2010
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obs this was a reblog.

Reblogged from That Girl
October 6th, 2010
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~ Tapering ~

I’m currently in the marathon “tapering” phase, and if you’re like me… you probably have no idea what that means.

It’s the, “practice of reducing, or tapering off, exercise in the days just before an important competition” (source: Wiki obs).

Simply put, I’m supposed to greatly reduce my runs (which I’ve done) in order for my body to heal, and get prepared for the marathon.  I’ve also heard, “tapering makes your body crave a long run” <— I highly doubt that will happen to me, one can hope…

Anywho, part of “tapering” also includse CARB-LOADING, which is exactly what it sounds like. One eats lots, and lots of carbs.  I have not started this yet (umm wha?! I know, right? Huh) because I am so obsessed with the notion that carbs make me fat, thus I’ll blow up the two weeks prior to the run, and the run will actually be harder. However, I apparenlty (says Google) am very wrong, and need, need, need to consume delicious, white carbs.

Sounds easy, right? But I still feel so guilty eating them. I’ve told myself I’d have a bagel for breakfast everyday this week, but for reals couldn’t bring myself to buy one. (sidenote: omigod yo, I totes sound like one of those annoying, skinny girls, who don’t eat, I’m just so brainwashed about white-carbs… I can’t help it).

Anywho, tonight for dinner I’m heading out with my running group, where I will eat carbs (promise), and tomorrow, Friday, and Saturday I’m going to put a valient effort into not weighing myself and just giving my body, what it will need.

Now for the point of this post: I’m opening this up to questions, espeically for all the peeps out there who have run a marathon before – did you carb load? And if so, what? How much? How far in advance? Do you think it helps?



October 6th, 2010
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To give myself a littler perspective on this:

  • Toronto to NYC is 552 km (343 miles)
  • Toronto to Montreal is 504 km (313 miles)
  • Toronto to Chicago is 701 km (435 miles)

Huh.  I have no idea if this is a lot, or little, but I’m mighty impressed with myself *as I pat myself on the back* because LOOOOOK! I could have run to NYC and then some!

As if this actually happened. I still don’t quite believe it… (ps June sucked because of my IT Band)

Update: I shouldn’t have made this. I just googled the average miles people do before a marathon and it was 50! Ugh…. omigod TERRIFIED NOW.

October 5th, 2010
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I’m sitting on the couch, watching Being Erica (ps the new season is soooo good), staring at this list.  The only things accomplished so far are, “run 6k Tuesday night” and “get a new watch.”

But it will all have to wait as, I have some serious horizontal-couch-lying-down to do while I finish up Being Erica and then watch Glee.

Future E, is seriously going to hate on Present E’s current life decision. But such is life.

Welcome! I'm Liz, the girl relieved the Internet has 0 calories. South African by birth; Canadian on paper. A marathoner. CrossFitter. Paleo (somewhat) eater. Traveler. Cheese lover. And I think you're great!

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