There were so many struggles going into the race. My life as I knew it for the previous 19 years was over, and a new life was starting. The tears at the end were a mix of happy and sad. Some very difficult life decisions had been settled. The week before the race had been a very hard week for me personally. A race can be a trying experience, you put your body through a lot, and when you finish there is a rush of emotions that comes to the surface. I don’t always cry when I finish races, but it isn’t uncommon for me either. I crossed my arms on the fence and put my head in my arms and started to cry.
As I finished the race I grabbed my medal and walked to a fence that was about waist high. On Sunday, February 2, I ran the Surf City Marathon for the 11th time in a row.
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