I was filled with nervous energy. I had hardly slept the night before, checking the running gear I had laid out, again and again. Moisture wicking layers, running tights, headphones, number bib, Stinger lemon wafers for fuel. I had signed up to run the Equinox Marathon in its entirety this year, in an effort to raise funds for leukemia research with the Fairbanks Chapter of Team in Training. We had trained for the whole summer together, building up to our longer runs, supporting each other with every new milestone. All of a sudden, I wondered about the sagacity of this decision. Did I really have a marathon in these legs of mine?
On the morning of the race, September 21, fog hung low and a cold drizzle blanketed the starting line on the campus of the University of Alaska in Fairbanks. The atmosphere was charged, however, brimming with excitement that could not be dampened by the weather. Runners wore gloves and headbands and rain repellent jackets over their running gear. These warriors were eager to take on one of the most challenging marathon courses of the world, a brutal course, mostly on trails and gravel roads, through woods, up Ester Dome with an elevation gain of 3,285 feet, along an “out and back” on the top, down a steep “chute” on the other side, then back to town.
When the sound of a cannon resounded, I was caught up in the start among hundreds of others, all charging up a steep hill that, a few weeks later, university students would sled down. I was out of breath immediately. I looked around for teammates in purple clothing, familiar faces. We were soon scattered apart in the crowd. I would find them down the trail, I thought, as I headed into the woods. We ran along muddy, softened, slippery trails, feet sliding, catching our balance, in the steady rain. Roots and rocks were slick, ready to trip us. It would be a hard course today. Where was the beautiful autumn day, birches turned crimson and yellow, sky bright blue, air dry and crisp, that I had hoped for?
Despite the dismal weather, bundled up spectators stood alongside, cheering, ready with “high fives” and encouraging hugs, braving the cold, and I was reminded again of the reason I love Fairbanks. There were water stations every few miles, with volunteers handing us cups of water or Gatorade. On the trail, tables were set up, offering beef jerky, salty snacks, coconut cookies, grapes, even beer. We look out for each other. Maybe it is what Alaska is all about.
Eight miles later, approaching the first relay changeover, I anxiously peered towards Ester Dome. Its summit was shrouded in greyness, a premonition of the snow that had been predicted. The climb up the dome is arduous even in the best of conditions. Today, when we finally emerged from the woods onto the road that leads to the top, biting wind and sleet came at us at an angle. Within moments, my layers were drenched, my fingers numb, my confidence bottomed out. I hadn’t even made it to the halfway mark yet!
But then, just as I was seriously considering dropping out of the race, I made it to the Team in Training tent at the top. There, amid coaches who helped me find dry socks and new layers, who offered hand warmers and hot water to drink, I felt bolstered again. I would take on the “out and back”, that deceiving portion of the course that descends from the top, only to make us turn around and climb back up again. I was encouraged by volunteers even there, near mile sixteen, huddled together at a water stop, next to a fire they had made to keep warm.
“You’ve got this!” they shouted. “Just the chute. It’s all downhill now!”.
I scrambled and slid down the steep descent, hoping to not break a leg in the process, trying not to think of the pain in my quads. As I hobbled down the Alder trail, somewhat more level, with six miles to go, I channeled into my mind the mantra on our training jersey: “We don’t know how strong we are until being strong is the only choice we have.”
And I understood, suddenly, what this race was all about. It was not about me. It was about the camaraderie that the participants implicitly developed, all faced with the same challenges that day. It was about the volunteers that had come out to support us, despite mud and rain and sleet, shouting out our names, staying until the last of us had passed. It was about the coaches, who gave their time over and over again to help us achieve our goal. I felt strong, then, knowing they had my back, that we were all in this together. We had all defeated the weather. We were stoic and determined and strong-willed. And we would all cross that finish line.
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The gold and the green. I practically smell it. The crisp autumn air.
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Hi Birgit. My body ached reading this. The last 1/2 marathon Kristine and I ran was in 2012 in pouring rain with a cold northwest wind blowing through us. We made it and felt like we had conquered. I got your request this morning to follow your blog and will happily. I hope all is well. We are coming up on 15 years since we all met in Chicago for Kristine’s 40th and my 50th. Fond memories. Ray Bouchard