My Ohio marathon will go down as my “best worst idea.” I found out about a year ago that I would be
in Columbus, Ohio for my cousin Jenny’s wedding. I knew that I needed to do a marathon in Ohio
so once the wedding date was set, I began looking for a marathon a reasonable
distance from Columbus. I found the Red
White and Blue 26.2 in Findlay, OH being held the morning after the
wedding. Findlay is about 90 miles away
from Columbus so I planned to drive out there in the wee hours. It would be a
tight schedule as we were also flying back to Seattle that afternoon. The goal was to just get it done so I tried
not to dwell on the less-than-optimal conditions.
Flagstaff really beat me up and I really could have used
more than two weeks to recover. With
that said, I didn’t feel that bad. Nonetheless my head wasn’t in a great place
for this race. I was really excited about
seeing my extended family at the wedding and I hadn’t factored in how much I
would not want to leave for the marathon.
It meant I would miss brunch and my last chance to see most before they
headed home. By Saturday night I was giving myself a 50/50 chance of bailing. Coming from a family of mostly non-athletes,
I felt like a fool saying, “yeah, I’m
getting up in a few hours to drive to Findlay and run a marathon.” “You see it
makes sense because I’m trying to run the 50 states and I’m in Ohio so it would
be stupid not to.” “Right?” “huh?” “What’s wrong with you?”