Well, he did it! Frankie G ran the Marine Corps Marathon. I could not be more proud of him. Just to give you a run down of my weekend last week, I had a meeting with an awesome couple Friday morning, darted home to make signs with the supplies I got the day before and then went over to Julie’s house for a Pampered Chef party and ordered way too many things. Like a french fry cutter. Who needs a french fry cutter? This girl. Saturday I had an incredible wedding, 10 hour day that went by so quickly, in Gettysburg as you all saw from yesterday’s blog post. And then that night, Anna and I drove to DC to get up the next morning bright and early to cheer on Frankie & Jay with Sarah (check out her post about the race as well!) and her awesome friend Kyle! I love when brides and grooms become friends. It’s the best.
Sunday morning came way too soon, I was still exhausted, and more exhausted thinking about how Frankie is going to run 26.2 miles. I walked him to the metro and made a plan to see him at the 5 mile point and 10ish miles, 16 miles and 20 miles before meeting him at the finish. All of that worked out aside from the 20 mile point. He was running too fast for me to catch him! Lame sauce.
With about 6 signs in tow, the cowbell, drum stick, camera and Starbucks, we set out to meet the rest of the our cheering companions. I am usually running races so it is super weird to be on this side. Needless to say, I loved it. I cheered my little heart out. And my sides hurt so bad the next day from holding up the signs.
Sarah and Kyle!! I really benefitted by having these two around. I would have followed the crowd but Sarah knows all of DC (so does Kyle!), even where the legit bathrooms are so we didn’t have to wait in long port-a-potty lines.
I went out before the Pampered Chef party on Friday night to Music and Arts and actually purchased a cowbell. When the cashier rang me up, she asked what I needed a cowbell for and was pleasantly surprised by my response of “For the marine corps marathon.” She stated “that’s a first.” I bet it was.
We had cheered on the same people the whole race since we were following around the same group of people all day – I really hope our nerd guy friend, Team Jim who was blind and running (amazing), Mario and Luigi, GARY! ADAM! ALASKA! MARY! I really hope they all finished and are well.
Sarah left to run with Jay the rest of the race at mile 20 (Jay had run a marathon 2 weeks prior and knew towards the end he would need the extra encouragement) and that is when Brett showed up to cheer Frank on for the rest of the race. This is when we missed him because he was too quick for us. We hoped on the metro and headed for the finish line but because there were so many people in the metro station upstairs trying to get in, they held us downstairs and that made it impossible for us to get to the finish line. So we met Frank at our designated spot for post race. For having run a marathon in 4:30:56, Frankie was walking like he had just did a 5k. Something is seriously wrong with him. There are men walking around with blood dripping from their nipples, no one’s knees are operating correctly – they all look like the Walking Dead and here comes jubilant Frankie.
I loved everyone’s signs!!!
Because of all the congestion at the Rosslyn metro, we decided to walk up a giant hill to get to the Courthouse metro. All of which Frank did fine with. He also got up and went to work the next morning at 7:15 like he always does. Insanity.
He is trying to convince me to run it with him next year. Not going to lie, it is a pretty sweet medal. Perhaps this time next year, I will be running like a gazelle just like him.