oscars are for sissies, marathoners medal.

18 Mar

This is a hard post to begin because I have so many thoughts to share and emotions about today.

I had been looking forward to today – an ominous day on my calendar – since I started training for the LA Marathon in August. I didn’t make it to the start line due to lateral knee pain caused by a whole assortment of issues and have been bummed about it – knee pain is frustrating because there is no set timeline on when it will be better, and all I want to do is go out there and run! Despite these frustrations, I was excited for today because my Dad was running it (his very first marathon).

My mom spectated early on in the course – near mile 3 and again at the half-marathon which was right by the Kodak Theater (where the Oscars are held). My mom and her friend Robin got creative and made some really comical signs. Random runners even stopped to take pictures with my mom’s Oscar sign!

It was supposed to rain today but was actually really nice running weather – slightly chilly but sunny!

My Dad and I had communicated before the race and decided I would run a small segment of the course with him. My goal was to stay with him for as long as my knee could hang, but it ended up being just about 3 miles. I met up with my Dad right before Mile 15 (Santa Monica Blvd. and San Vicente, straight in the heart of WeHo). While I waited for my Dad, I loved seeing all of the different runners and spectators. One family was a full-on NASCAR pit-stop when their family member passed. They sprayed him with Body Glide, gave him a bite of banana and sip of gatorade, and patted him on the back in probably 20 seconds.

I called my mom right before and asked what color hat my Dad had on (white) and found him about 10:30 am, right when he predicted he’d get there! My Dad gave me a big hug and I started tearing up immediately. I’m sure it was for excitement for him (he was about to pass mile 15 of a MARATHON) but I’m not really sure why I started getting emotional – it is a mildly rare occurrence.

We ran down Santa Monica Blvd. passed the slew of cheerleaders (in drag, obvi), to which my dad exclaimed “WeHo, represent!” and headed down Doheny into Beverly Hills. I babbled about random things in an effort to keep my Dad entertained, dodged other runners taking walk breaks, and enjoyed the perfect weather. My favorite part of the 3 miles I did (sad) was going down Rodeo. It was sunny and so nice and just a fun experience soaking in the race. I took a picture of my Dad and someone offered to take one of the both of us, which was sort of unexpectedly awesome. I guess I am used to people gunning for PRs and not taking a moment or two to appreciate the awesomeness of the race itself.

awkward but cool pic.

I started experiencing some dull knee pain after 2+ miles. I wanted to try and make it to at least mile 20, but realized that was a dumb decision if I’m actually going to ever get to run one of these things, so I texted my roommate to pick me up near mile 18. I said bye to my Dad (and teared up again) at mile 18 and went on to let him run the last 8 on his own!

go dad!

My Dad finished in a total time of 5:48 and is feeling good, except for a blister or two. He’s happy with how he did and said he wasn’t in love with the course but would do another marathon. What a great accomplishment for my Dad and a fun thing to be a part of in LA.

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11 Responses to “oscars are for sissies, marathoners medal.”

  1. Casey March 18, 2012 at 8:16 pm #

    GREAT PHOTOS!!

  2. Steve March 18, 2012 at 8:36 pm #

    Gillian, those 3 miles really helped me. I can’t thank you enough. When your knee is well, I will return the favor, except, oh yeah, I’m slow. xoxo, 11199

    • gillian March 18, 2012 at 8:39 pm #

      aww thanks Dad! I am glad they helped, I had a lot of fun those 3 miles. Just wish I could have hung a little bit longer 😦

  3. leftcoastcontessa March 18, 2012 at 10:52 pm #

    Awww. Congrats to your Dad! I know when I ran my marathon seeing my little brother and oldest friends on the course gave me a pep in my step. Marathons make me tear up too. Hang in there with the knee pain. It’s got to be frustrating to not be able to run when its such a release and your so close to huge goals. Just focus on getting healthy. I know when you do take on a full marathon you will crush it!

    • gillian March 18, 2012 at 11:05 pm #

      Thank you so much for the encouraging words! I am looking forward to crushing it one day 🙂

      And there is something emotional about marathons – didn’t realize it until today! And I’m glad I’m not the only one!

  4. Kristen - Anywhere There's An Airport March 19, 2012 at 6:50 pm #

    Congrats to Dad! My one and only marathon was amazing. I can only imagine your personal feelings as you were suppose to be running the whole thing too. The good news… there are many many more marathons. Taking care of the knee is #1 – though I understand how frustrating!

    I am still easing back into the running game. I spend quality A.M. time with the treadmill and political news 🙂

    Next time your dad runs a marathon I have no doubt you’ll be with him!

    • gillian March 19, 2012 at 10:03 pm #

      Thank you so much, Kristen! That’s really sweet.

      It was a really big mix of emotions, but mostly excitement for my Dad.

      Glad you’re getting some running in 🙂 No one ever said multi-tasking wasn’t allowed!

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