My 50th Marathon – 2015 Route 66 Marathon Race Report

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Fair warning: this might be my longest blog post ever. Sorry, not sorry. After an emotional few days contemplating whether or not I was going to run the Route 66 Marathon this past weekend, you guys inspired me to press onward. While I knew that I was probably capable of completing the race, if I’m being honest, knowing how horribly uncomfortable and painful it might be led me to second guess whether or not I should run. But you were right – there was no way I would be ok stopping at #49 if I didn’t at least give it the old college try. I never considered not traveling to Tulsa, because I have so many friends there and I would never miss spectating, but running? That was a different story.

I arrived late on Friday night and was picked up by Patty, one of my closest friends and my second mom. I always stay with her when I go to Tulsa – I even have my “own” room, which I have successfully usurped from her youngest adult son, who now lives in Oklahoma City. I like to taunt him by texting him pictures from his room, which is either really amusing or entirely creepy, but I’ll let you be the judge. Patty’s sister, my “aunt” Donna, was also flying in late and we all headed back to Patty’s house, where we stayed up entirely too late gossiping. Who needs sleep anyway?

The next morning dawned way too early, as we headed out to see the Mascot Dash and meet up with our friend Sami (we were way too tired to get up and watch the 5k). It was freezing with gusting 30 mph winds, and with all due respect to the 5k crowd, we were glad that weather happened on Saturday instead of Sunday! We still got a few pictures with the Main Maniacs (founders of the Marathon Maniacs) and the new Maniac mascot, which was pretty excellent, if not slightly terrifying.

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The mascot is disturbingly accurate based on the drawing on the back of our singlets. And yeah, I wore these boots all weekend, get used to it.

Next it was time for breakfast and to hit the expo. Now, I can get pretty bored with race expos these days. I’ve been to my fair share and most are the same old stuff. I have to say, I thoroughly enjoy ALL of the Route 66 expo, and I think it is because there are so many race booths there in addition to the standard merchandise. It is cool seeing the shirts and medals from different events! The expo is also massive and there are lots of fun photo opportunities there.

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Yes, that hat says “TULSA” and it has the Route 66 marathon logo because I’m literally that obsessed with this race.

Before we knew it, it was time to head to dinner with my Tulsa running group, the Dom-N-8rz. I’ve know this group since my first Route 66 Marathon back in 2012 and I’ve traveled to a bunch of races with many members of the group, but when I lived in Tulsa in summer 2014, I really became a part of it. I did my training runs each week with them and although I don’t live there anymore, they still feel like my family. I haven’t missed a Dom-N-8rz dinner since 2012, so no need to start now!

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We had a huge group of over 45 people! And only one waiter. And he got all of our food right and it blew our minds.

Race day dawned bright and early. I woke up to a text from my friend Halbert, who said he was about to send me an email, which seemed a little weird, but long story short, he sent me an absolutely lovely message saying there was no way he was letting me run alone. Although several people had offered to run with me, deep down, I felt very self conscious. I knew I might feel really bad and take forever to finish and be grumpy in the process (although I vowed to try not to be) and I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s race day. The thing about Halbert is, I’ve been with him through many bad and slow races for him, and I knew he had no qualms about being out there for as long as it took. I also knew he would talk enough to make sure I didn’t have time to think about being grumpy! So it looked like I was getting a reprieve from my solitude after all. Little did I realize just how many people would end up joining our group!

Anyway, race day once again featured our annual Route 66 Marathon tradition of arriving too late, sprinting to attempt to make it to the Dom-N-8rz group picture, and literally joining the group as the picture is being taken.

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Half paying attention, whole freezing

We totally missed the Maniacs picture (what else is new) but I did get to see a bunch of my friends and wish them luck before we started. There were just a few Maniacs, Half Fanatics, and 50 Staters there.

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Group picture that I am not in – not like you would know if I didn’t tell you

We headed over to our corral, and all I felt was excitement. I had taken some of my ultra strong pain pills for my back, as well as a double dose of anti-reflux and anti-nausea medicine, plus I had some with me for the road. While I would not normally advocate using medication to mask a problem(s) and run a marathon, I figured it was ok just this once. This race is incredibly well organized and started right on time with a cannon burst of confetti, and we were off! I was quickly reminded of how hilly Tulsa is – the hills grab you in the first mile and hold on for the rest of the race. I was running with Halbert as well as my friends JC and Charlotte. Although we started with Patty, I knew she would be pulling away soon enough as she was out to run her fastest Route 66 ever.

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Everyone is freezing, no matter what Halbert and his lack of shirt may indicate.

The course changes a little bit each year, so we found ourselves running through Cascia Hall,  a beautiful private school that reminds me of Hogwarts, around mile 3. Their mascot was cheering us on at one of the water stops, so I jumped up to take a picture with him, as I had promised to Instagram my progress throughout the race. From that point on, I decided that taking pictures every three miles was a good compromise. I hadn’t seen Halbert, JC and Charlotte in a while, so we were catching up and chatting and the miles were flying by. I have no idea what pace we were running, but I felt great and my heart rate was steady. Things were off to a great start!

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Strangely, I really love this picture

It wasn’t very long before we came across the first of about a million beer/mimosa/jello shot stops. I remember being wowed by the number of them the first year I ran the race back in 2012, but the legend has only grown from there. From mile 6 on, it seemed like there was at least one stop every mile! If you are looking to get blackout drunk while running a marathon (and obviously, who isn’t?) this is your race. Although I normally would be all about it, I didn’t want to push my luck with my stomach, so I only took small sips of mimosas at a few stops, the first being mile 6. We took a group shot about 10 feet before we saw the mimosa station, so mile 6 got a few pictures, including one with the ever-popular and ever-famous Dave Mari!

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Before we realized there was something cool to take a picture of just up ahead
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Mimosas with Dave!

RunnersWorld, the store that is associated with my running group, the Dom-N-8rz, is located right near mile 7, and they always provide jello shots. Being my home store,  I couldn’t resist, of course! This part of the course runs through an area called Brookside which is full of cute shops, restaurants, and bars and always has a good crowd for the race. Lululemon is there with giant speakers and tons of signs and energy, so this is one of my favorite parts of the course. Since Charlotte had never run Route 66 before, I gave her a play by play as we ran through each part of Tulsa. It was around this time that we saw my friend Jennie! She runs with the Dom-N-8rz and hadn’t done a marathon in a while, so we picked her up along the course and convinced her to run with us because we knew we would be having a blast. Spoiler alert: it was her most fun marathon ever, obviously. We also saw my friend Colleen!

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Jello shots at RunnersWorld! What, your running store doesn’t advocate drinking alcohol during marathons? That’s weird.

The hills and beer stops continued, and soon we found ourselves at a giant balloon arch on Cincinnati Ave. This massive beer stop even had a picture frame set up where you could get your picture taken! This type of thing is just one more reason why this race is so special. Not only do the race directors go above and beyond to make sure there is plenty of on course entertainment, great swag, awesome medals, etc., the Tulsa community is so supportive. The race runs through many neighborhoods throughout the city, and there is no shortage of people tailgating on their lawns with plenty of food and drinks for all the runners! No, it’s not like the crowds of Chicago, but you’re pretty much guaranteed to see spectators at every corner and tons of great signs and enthusiasm. The police officers are also the best and the most friendly and excited to see runners out there. Every time we thanked them for being out there to protect us, they said “Thank you for running!” Bless.

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You can’t really see my face but you get the point

There are a lot of points along the course where you are actually running on the real live Route 66, which is pretty cool! The best place for a photo opp, though (in my opinion) is when you’re running under a bridge with the Route 66 logo on it, so we made sure to grab a picture because we were closing in on mile 12. I have taken a picture in front of this sign every year that I have run this race, so I plan on continuing that tradition.

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Route 66 in the background! Not sure why, but I’m super into the black and white on this one.

At around mile 12.5, the half and the full marathon split off from each other. This is significant because a little bit after mile 12, we found my friend Christy, who was significantly undertrained and not sure whether she was going to do the full or stop at the half. I hadn’t seen her in a while so we pulled her into our group and began chatting away, and soon enough, she was on the full course with us! Running through the streets of downtown Tulsa, there is no shortage of hills, so it’s understandable if you hit this section of the course and find yourself thinking that you should have turned off at the half! I was feeling great, though, and powered up every hill. I told Halbert to make sure I took my other pain pill for my back somewhere between miles 13-15 as a preemptive strike. Although I didn’t need it at that point, I knew I would regret it if I got to mile 21 and was in searing pain! We powered through mile 15 all smiles, though.

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Oh hey Christy!

By this point, we had lost Charlotte and JC was hovering around somewhere. He is super fast, so although he often dropped off and out of pictures to talk to someone, he would inevitably end up in front of us, standing off to the side and waiting for us to catch up – yes, this happened more than once. Before we knew it, we were at mile 18, now having lost Christy, who had stopped to talk to a friend. I could not believe how fast the race was flying by OR how good I felt, but I was sobered by the memory of what happened at Spinx, where I felt great at mile 18 and then promptly crashed and burned. I tried not to focus on that and instead just take it one mile at a time. I truly was having the time of my life, even though I hadn’t had any mimosas in a while (the others drank my share to make up for it).

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Mile 18 and still chipper!

I did start to feel a bit sick to my stomach and told Halbert I might need the Tums he had so thoughtfully brought (thank goodness all my friends are more prepared for my life than me), but I tried not to focus on it. I distracted myself by chatting with everyone around me because I knew if I took some Tums, I would start to obsess about how my stomach was feeling. Nope, no time for that today!  We were heading into Tulsa University (home of the questionably named Golden Hurricanes), which is a really beautiful campus. The only thing about it is that you’d expect a ton of fraternities and sororities to be out cheering (or maybe you wouldn’t on a Sunday morning, who knows) but everyone has gone home for Thanksgiving break by that point, so it is kind of quiet. Nonetheless, there were a couple of water stops and before we knew it, we were at mile 21. JC was back and we had permanently picked up Andrea, who had been running in our general vicinity for a few miles. I was excited because I knew I was coming up to mile 22, home of the famous beer stop where reader Jeanne would be (and has been every year)!

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Mile 21 in TU!

I had saved up my stomach’s tolerance for the stop at 22, and it did not disappoint. Beer, jello shots, mimosas, pickles, candy, fruit – truly anything you could possibly crave was available! This is probably my favorite neighborhood of the entire race because there are so many people out and about cheering. You’re nearly at the end of the race and there are still a ton of hills left to go, but the community cheers you through! Somehow, I was still feeling awesome. OK, I know how – medicine, obviously – but still, 22 miles is a long way to run, medicated or not. We made our way out of the neighborhoods and at this point, Halbert, JC, and Andrea were starting to slow it down a bit. As we approached mile 24 (up another big hill, obviously), it was just me, Jennie, and Halbert. I knew Halbert was flagging, but Jennie and I were still running pretty strong, and I looked ahead to the mile marker. There was nothing to take a picture of that was terribly exciting. Then I looked down at my watch and realized that maybe, just maybe, I could hit a post-back surgery PR if I kicked it into high gear. I made the snap decision to forego the mile 24 picture, but I wasn’t sure if I could hit the PR. I told Jennie what was going on and that I was worried about kicking too soon – after all, 2.2 miles is not that far, but it’s not that close, either. She told me that she couldn’t go any faster but that I looked strong and that I should go for it. I thought about it for a second – should I leave the people who had run the whole race with me behind? Did I want to finish my 50th marathon by myself? Did I have enough left in the tank to move faster?

I decided that I had to try. What did I have to lose? Barring some type of complete breakdown, I was definitely going to finish under 5 hours, and if I faltered at the end, I could run it in with everyone. “GO!” Jennie shouted. I went.

I lengthened my stride and took off as fast as I could go without totally losing control of my breath and heart rate. A smile spread across my face because I couldn’t believe it – I FELT SO GOOD. I passed tons of people and headed towards downtown. Now, here is where I have a confession to make. Patty and the Dom-N-8rz had made me an incredible banner that was hanging at mile 25.5 on an overpass that we ran under. It was supposed to be a surprise, but the official marathon Instagram page and taken a picture of it the day before and tagged me in it, so I knew it was there. Patty was not very happy about that, but I actually think it worked out for the best, because I had my camera out and was ready to take a picture of it as I ran underneath! Also, since it was going to be super close for a PR, it worked out well that I didn’t get surprised by it and stop. No, I did not cry when I saw it. I’m not much of a crier in general, and I’m definitely not much of a crier when I’m running! To be honest, I’m not even sure I would have noticed it because I was focusing so hard at that point and my heart rate was soaring and my breathing was labored, but it definitely made me smile and be so grateful for the wonderful people I have in my life who care about me enough to do something like that for me. Just 7/10 of a mile to the finish now!

It occurred to me at this point that I didn’t actually know what my official post-surgery PR actually was. I knew it was a 4:54:SOMETHING from Rehoboth, but I didn’t know the exact seconds. I was going to be cutting it super, super close, but as I made the final turn to the finish, I knew it didn’t matter. I had given it my all and had one of the best races of my life, so who cared whether I missed it by a few seconds? It sure wasn’t going to stop me from trying, though!

I crossed the finish line in 4:54:40, listening to the cheers of my friends who had finished before me.  I lifted my hands in victory and smiled as I crossed. I didn’t cry or tear up. I felt nothing but happy and proud.

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Yes, I actually bought the race photo. #worthit

I waited in the finish line area for Jennie and figured Halbert and JC wouldn’t be too far behind. While I was waiting, reader Meghan introduced herself and (unfortunately for her) got a super sweaty hug from me. I was in a pretty euphoric state! I’m not much for hugging in general but I saw a first time marathoner crying and I went over and hugged her too. What the hell, hugs for everyone! I just ran my 50th marathon! I also saw my friend Lygea, who has been battling a hamstring injury and didn’t know if she would make it to the finish. Lygea, Jennie and I headed to grab our medals and find Patty, then head to Maniac Corner, where we could exchange our finisher medals for the special club medals we had registered for.

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Jennie, Lygea, me, and Patty

The Maniac Corner was bustling with tons of people, and it was great to see everyone and hear about their races! For once, I didn’t have to leave right after the race to fly out since I was planning on staying until Monday night, so I was able to just hang out and relax with everyone. There were lots of big milestones that day – my friend Pascal’s 200th, another Maniac’s Titanium race, and my 50th! Lots of cheers to go around.

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The Dom-N-8rz at Maniac Corner with our freshly exchanged medals

When we got back to the house that night (after an excellent post-race dinner celebrating me and Jennie’s 30th birthdays!) I finally got around to checking my official time and figuring out if I had accomplished my post-surgery PR or not. And you guys?

I got that post-surgery PR by 17 sweet seconds. And I negative split the race – my first negative marathon split EVER – by nearly 5 MINUTES.

If that isn’t the perfect way to finish my marathon career, I don’t know what is.

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Perfection.

 

43 thoughts on “My 50th Marathon – 2015 Route 66 Marathon Race Report

  1. Congratulations. Period. I am just so f***ing happy for you. You deserve your happy ending, and though it might not be the happy ending you originally anticipated, it is still the happiest of happy endings. Congratulations, Danielle. I am elated for you. Team Trex forever, bitches.

    1. Thank you so much! This is a very happy ending, and although it isn’t what I anticipated, I’m not sure I could have written it better than it turned out. Thanks so much for your support and friendship over the years!!

    1. Well, fear not, April! Although I don’t plan on running anymore marathons, I DO plan on doing plenty of half marathons and continuing to travel and finish out the states doing halfs, so there will be more race reports to look forward to. Thank you for the congratulations!

  2. This post is so ridiculously awesome! Sounds like you had an amazing race. So happy to hear that your body held up for you to have a successful Route 66 finish! Congrats. Huge accomplishment.

    1. Thank you so much, Aimee! Thanks in large part to a lot of medication, my body made it through and I am so glad it did. It was an incredible race and day. I couldn’t have written a better ending than this one 🙂

  3. Huge Congrats Danielle! I’m glad you did this! I am a marathon maniac too, ( # 405 )…and love how you guys are wearing the old school singlets! I’ve met the MM founders – the very first time was actually in Whitefish Montana, in the late 90’s and they said “you should join our club” ….excellent memories. Ok now you have to plan for # 51!

    1. Wow, Jade! That is a super low number! I believe Patty is #513. Yes, we decided to go old school with the singlets this year! I am anticipating this being my last marathon because of my back, so I wanted to throw back to my very first singlet. Thank you so much for the congratulations and the comment!

    1. I can’t tell you how much it meant to me that you stayed to watch me finish the race. Seriously, that was awesome and I really appreciate it! It was great to see you again this weekend. Til next year!

  4. Congratulations! I’m so proud and inspired by you. Tenacity. Endurance. Grit. You personify those qualities.

    1. Thank you, Judy! That is a wonderful compliment. I appreciate your support and comments over the years! You have spurred me on when I needed it most 🙂

  5. This is so so sooooo awesome! Who would have thought all those years ago that not only would you be running your 50th marathon, but you’d have a smile on your face the entire time!! Congrats!!!

  6. You may not be much of a crier, but I guess I am because this made me tear up. Im so proud of you! What a perfect way to end a brilliant marathon career. I hope you return next year. If you don’t change your mind by then and run the full, we always have a spot for you on our relay and as a cheerleader/bartender at the Party @ 22!

    1. Hahaha Jeanne, apparently a lot of people teared up so I think I’m the problem, not y’all! Thank you so much! It was such a wonderful day and truly, this is my favorite race. I will be back every year to run the half! Maybe I’ll drive over to the party after I finish the half marathon next year. That would be so much fun!!

  7. Congratulations! I’m tearing up on your behalf. You are amazing and to have completed 50 marathons, with all the ailments you’ve had to overcome, is totally inspiring. you should be so proud of yourself! Hugs from Boston!

  8. I am super proud of you & happy that you finished in this place! It’s been a long journey & I am glad I was able to be a part of it with you! Missing you lots! Love you!

  9. Hot damn! That’s awesome! Every bit of it! A PR is a PR, and to come with that kind of negative split is great!

    That feeling when you’re just “on it” during a marathon is amazing. I felt it for most of Chicago, and although it started to get tough in the last 6 or so, I remember trying to kick it in the last half mile or so. (I was also expecting that last “hill” to be worse than it was.)

    As far as odd things along the course, I believe someone once had sausages (or brats, or something similar) along the course of the Gate River Run. With beer, of course…

    1. Thanks so much, Eric! I too remember worrying about that last “hill” at Chicago and I kept wondering where it was – I ran right over it without noticing! Sausages along the course sound pretty amazing, quite frankly.

  10. I am so proud of all you have accomplished despite sometimes thinking you should not run with your health issues. You keep plugging along and with such a wonderful support system, I get why. I, of course, did tear up, but that’s no surprise! LOL I again, wish I could have been there for you esp for the 50th. I am grateful for Patty for being such a great friend and second mom.!!! Thanks Patty!!! Love you always, xxoo

    1. Thank you for all of your support along the way, even though I know you don’t always agree with my decisions. You’ll always be my best spectator and number one fan! Love you.

    1. Thank you! Weird, I never knew that! I guess I always think of Route 66 as that spot on 11th that has all the strip malls 🙂

    1. Thank you, Kyrie! You picked a great first marathon! I will be back to run the half so maybe I will see you there 🙂

  11. Definitely worth buying that crossing the finish line photo! Great pictures, great post, and great race! So thrilled for you!

    1. Thank you! I’m not much for finish line photos but this one is worth it. Thanks for all your support along the way!

  12. This was an interesting post for many reasons, but there are two that come to mind. First, it read like a season finale of a show. It had many familiar faces, throwbacks to previous years, and a triumphant, if perhaps deliberately ambiguous ending. Secondly, you are always very composed in your style, even if the events are exciting. However, in this post, you really let your ebullience shine through, as if it couldn’t be contained. Your pride and joy as you crossed the finish line were definitely represented not just in photography and content, but in style.

    So obvious congratulations are in order. You definitely had to run this race. There’s so much of YOU in it, that I’m honestly surprised that the organizers didn’t make a one-of-a-kind T-Rex medal just for you. And is this REALLY your first negative split? That’s very surprising. But as you saw and documented, that kind of finish is incredibly empowering.

    I do like that you didn’t comment at all in this post as to “what’s next” as many people, myself included, are wont to do. Running has become such an indelible part of you that determining the way forward might not be easy. But I’m sure you’ll find the right balance. And between now and then, you have an excellent support group to bolster your spirits.

    Happy Thanksgiving!

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