Things Unseen

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” (Hebrews 11:1)

 “...We look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.” (2 Corinthians 4:17-18)

We live in a world where instant gratification is the name of the game. We want what we want and when we want it.  It is all too easy to compromise, give a little, it’s not that big a deal right?! Recently I felt God leading me to the altar, much like Abraham being asked to sacrifice his son. The very son the Lord was so gracious in giving him at an old age. Abraham had such confidence in the Lord who ultimately provided another sacrifice instead. 

 …

Just a typical work week lunch break at my favorite salad/sandwich place downtown. I had just ordered my Acai bowl and sat at a long table. I got out my Kindle excited to read. I open it up when this cute guy walks up to my table and asks if he can sit here. “Sure” I replied (I mean hey I’m a nice person, go ahead and sit where you want haha)! We talked over lunch, he asked for my number, I gave it to him, he suggests dinner sometime, I say “I’d be open to that.” (Very affirming Kim lol! Try not to sound too excited!) 

 I have more fun than I’ve had in months. I lose all productivity in my weekends (The true sign Kim is into someone-when man takes precedence over laundry haha!). We go to restaurants I’ve never been to.  No expense is spared. He opens my car door, takes my hand walking on the side of traffic. 

My heart keeps nagging me. Kim you need to talk about this. Ok ok I will...eventually. Can’t I just enjoy life right now? Finally I rip the bandaid off…

“Soooo I’m a Christian.” 

 

 

(….pause) 

 

“Ok...and I...respect your beliefs.” 

 

And with that I should have walked away. I should have (with confidence!) known that this was not God’s best for me, but I did not end it immediately. Later we had more conversations and it was glaringly obvious that this was a deal-breaker. 

I always thought it wouldn't be that hard to walk away from someone who was not a believer. It’s not until it’s a real person when the challenge becomes immensely harder. Especially when you've been in quarantine for months. To my eyes he is the seen. The tangible. He was successful, I knew I could live a comfortable life with him, 2 kids and a Range Rover, traveling to lots of fun destinations. Not too bad right?

It is one thing to give up something when there is a clear tangible alternative. If there was this amazing Jesus following man right next door then it would be much easier. But that is not the case. The reality is to give him up for the thing that is unseen. For my hope in the Lord. For my trust that obedience to Him is truly what is best. 

 

Lately my prayers have been this, “God, in my head I know that your ways are best. But my experience has shown me otherwise. Everything around me shows me your ways are not best. Help me to trust in the things unseen. Help me to have vision to see the things that are unseen so that I may have hope.” 

 

When praying this I think about Elisha in this passage from 2 Kings 6:15-17:

 

“When the servant of the man of God got up and went out early the next morning, an army with horses and chariots had surrounded the city. “Oh no, my lord! What shall we do?” the servant asked.

  “Don’t be afraid,” the prophet answered. “Those who are with us are more than those who are with them.”

And Elisha prayed, “Open his eyes, Lord, so that he may see.” Then the Lord opened the servant’s eyes, and he looked and saw the hills full of horses and chariots of fire all around Elisha.”

 

This theme is actually found many times in scripture. The difference between seeing as men see and seeing as God sees. 

 

“Jesus says that many won’t understand his parables because they have been blinded to the truth. Paul says in 2 Cor. 4:4 that, “The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel that displays the glory of Christ...” As Jesus died on the cross, he prayed, “Father forgive them for they do not know [they do not see] what they are doing” – Jesus saw God’s plan, but those who nailed him to the cross were blind to what God and what they were doing. As Stephen was stoned to death, those who killed him couldn’t see what Stephen could see – they were blinded to God’s reality – but Stephen had the face of an angel as he saw the glory of God as (for him) the ever-reigning heavenly court was superimposed over the temporary and sham earthly court.” (Matt Stone, sermon link here)

 

In my own sight, I see what is seen. My experience and the things around me make it feel like I made the wrong choice. Right now rejecting the seen means I won’t go out this weekend. Right now rejecting the seen means no one texting me “how’s your day going?” Right now rejecting the seen means I’ll watch the movie alone tonight. (Ok so I know it doesn't sound thatttt bad...but again, I've been living and working alone in quarantine for months...Any human contact is extremely desired at this point.)

 

What is God calling you to bring to the altar? Is it finances--money saved for a big trip that will be used for missions instead? Is your time-you’d rather spend hanging out at the pool than serving your community? Or is it a relationship-you know it is not God’s best but it “makes you happy” right now? 

 

When, and only when I look to God am I able to see the unseen. The unseen is NOT the promise of a future spouse. God does not owe me one because I am obedient. (And that is hard to type, because I would love God to provide a spouse if that was His best for me) 

 

The unseen is the promises God has given us. The hope in eternity with Christ. The belief that “no good thing does He withhold.” The truth that this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison!” 

 

Is this easy? No. 

When choosing the unseen means “momentary discomfort” it is not easy. We are so prone to wander. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m writing this mostly so I can read it over and over to preach to my heart. Some days I read Psalm 42 over and over and over again partly in lament and asking my soul why it is downcast and telling it to put hope in God! Some days I take out my jar of Ebenezer stones and remind myself how faithful God is and how far he has brought me. Some days I talk with friends to be reminded of God’s promises. With tears in my eyes I cry out asking the Lord to “sustain me according to your promise, that I may live, and let me not be put to shame in my hope” (Psalm 119). 

In all these things I seek to have my eyes truly opened.  And that is my hope and prayer for you-that the Lord may open your eyes to his truth. 

I want to see the unseen more clearly than the seen.  

"Be My Vision" by Planetshakers. Good song!

Take this life

Let glory and majesty flood my eyes

Lord, overwhelm me till all that I want and all that I see is You

Step by step Jesus I'll follow You

Breath by breath Lord I will worship You

Burn in my heart till all that I see is You!

Highlands and the Heartache

So I will praise You on the mountain

And I will praise you when the mountain’s in my way

You’re the summit where my feet are

So I will praise You in the valleys all the same

No less God within the shadows

No less faithful when the night leads me astray

You’re the Heaven where my heart is

In the highlands and the heartache all the same

Highlands (Song of Ascent)-Hillsong UNITED (Click here to listen)

I play this song at the end of every run right now. Constantly a reminder that wherever I am, whatever I’m going through-God is there also. He is still faithful and I will still praise him.

The past two months have been surreal…if I were to choose one word that’s what I would choose. I wish someone had warned me…I could never have imagined a time we’d be sheltering at home and a mere trip to the grocery store would be considered a huge risk. Yet here we are…

2020 has been quite a year so far. It started off kinda hectic to be honest.  I was sick at the start of the year after coming home from Chicago and struggled with ongoing nausea for a few weeks. Then with new team members at work and a weeklong work trip, at times I felt like I was treading water.  I literally added “breakfast” to my calendar bc I kept forgetting to eat. Gahhhh. Added to thatttt a relationship to stress over…followed by breakup, I was toast. (My yoga instructor asked what I did to lose weight…change my diet?? Ehhhh not quite…) All this to say-here was the state I was entering Quarantine in. There ya have it folks!

This quarantine has brought me to feel more alone, more isolated than I have ever felt in my entire life…. BUT where loneliness is great, the Lord is greater. This quarantine has also brought me to experience God’s love and pursuit of me more than ever before.  Both the highlands and the heartache.

The Heartache…

King of my life,

Wound my heart that it may be healed;

Break it that thine own hand

May make it whole.

Give me perpetual broken-heartedness,

Keep me always clinging to the cross.

(The Valley of Vision, The Broken Heart)

Wow…who prays for a continual broken heart?! That takes serious courage. Those words always pierce me deeeeep. Such a beautiful excerpt from Valley of Vision. What if we prayed like that?…the heartache really IS the highlands—spiritually. Because it is in the heartache that we cling to the most secure thing we could ever hold onto: The cross. 

I live alone..me, myself and I.  I don’t have a dog. I don’t have a cat. I don’t even have a plant…well update…I eventually bought a succulent the other day-just so I’m not technically the only living thing in my apartment anymore. Knowing me that poor thing doesn’t even have a chance ;) No green thumb here lol!

#WILSON!!

I’m naturally more of an introvert (INFJ), so being alone is usually calming for me. I need alone time…but this is alone time on steroids.  I don’t necessarily miss interacting with people as much as I just miss being in the presence of people. Hearing the voices of people…as opposed to endless thoughts in my head. Some days I’ll play 6, 7, 8 podcasts in a row just to hear humans talking. Some days I’ll go to the store just to see people and “interact” with them…but as you’ve probably noticed being in public does not actually equal “interacting” anymore.

If I’m not careful, my thoughts can go to dark places...and they have worse than ever before. The enemy thrives isolating us and repeatedly telling us lies that lead to hopelessness and despair. He is “The Accuser” after all.  In this situation we’ve isolated ourselves and I think the enemy is trying to take full advantage of this. This has been a huge struggle that cannot be underestimated. I pray for those that are particularly vulnerable to these attacks at this time-primarily those that are doing quarantine alone as well right now.  A few weeks ago I started thinking…if I died, I wonder how long it would take someone to find my body here. Two days, maybe 3? There’s no one I talk to everyday, so it wouldn’t be weird if I wasn’t responding…”

That’s incredibly morbid and discouraging…believe me I know. To think that it wouldn’t matter if I woke up tomorrow or didn’t. This is not just a “mental health” issue…forget not that we are fighting a spiritual battle as well. Be on guard! I’m praying for you as I pray that the Lord would be the shield around me and that we will be able to put on the armor of God and that God would bring others around us to speak words of truth and encourage us and point us to Christ when we need it most.

The Highlands…

O God, you are my God; earnestly I seek you;
    my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
    as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary,
    beholding your power and glory.
Because your steadfast love is better than life,
    my lips will praise you.

 So I will bless you as long as I live;
    in your name I will lift up my hands.

 for you have been my help,
    and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy.
 My soul clings to you;
    your right hand upholds me.

(Psalm 63:1-4, 8)

The first week in quarantine I made the decision (I use the word decision because it was a conscious choice) that I was not going to use this extra time for Netflix or mindless activity (I mean TikTok videos are cool but….lol). I was going to use it to actively pursue Christ in ways I usually don’t have the time to do. Sometimes I think we just think that we’ll “fall” into relationship with God (preaching to the choir here!). The thing is we’re not going to read the Bible unless we actually “pick.it.up.” You pickin’ up what I’m throwing down?!

God gave me eyes to see that this time is incredibly unique. I am completely free from any distractions. There is no one and no thing to distract me. The noise of life ceased. I am in perfect position to be with the Lord and hear from Him. I am not alone. My father is with me in every moment.  The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit. (Psalm 34:18).  I used to read this and believe (in my mind), but now I know this to be true. The reality is that I will NEVER truly experience God’s healing without pain, God’s strength without weakness, God’s power without helplessness, God’s love without rejection. I have felt the hand of my father wrap around me as I cry out to him with tears streaming down my face. He has met me in this dry and weary land. He has been my comforter, my refuge.

God has been using this quarantine BIG time. I have learned the most in the area of prayer and the Psalms. I started listening to a sermon series on Prayer (Tim Keller) going through the Lord’s prayer line by line (also listen to “Praying your Tears” Click Here. You will NOT regret it). If you’re like me, you’ve always been good at the “requests” portion of that prayer and everything else? Eh not so much haha. I found a few 30 day prayer guides, one for gratitude, one for praising the attributes of God, etc. and started using them to guide me each day. I especially loved praising God for his different attributes. It has been the most challenging for me as I’ve never really deliberately studied the attributes of God in scripture. I love seeing all the places in the Bible that talk about God and His character.  

One of the gratitude prayer guides mentioned thankfulness for modern comforts—and as I was praying I looked at my sink and started to thank God for the fact that I have access to clean water…I literally walk 10 feet to get clean water each day! God was opening my eyes to a need in the world that I wasn’t even aware of…and I’m embarrassed to say that I was never aware of this. I finished praying and started looking into the statistics and I was in shock…

“Globally, 844 million people lack access to clean water. Without clean, easily accessible water, families and communities are locked in poverty for generations. Children drop out of school and parents struggle to make a living. Women and children are worst affected — children because they are more vulnerable to diseases of dirty water and women and girls because they often bear the burden of carrying water for their families for an estimated 200 million hours each day.

(Global water Crisis: World Vision)

Dirty water and poor sanitation kills over 5000 children every day!

Whoa!! Suddenly I didn’t care that I was not able to go to the yoga studio right now!  I was researching ministries that serve this need…It’s amazing how God can use things to move our hearts. To make us see something we “see” everyday (like a sink) but it’s when He gives us His eyes that our vision is suddenly 20/20.

As I mentioned before, podcasts have been soooo helpful during this time. The Boundless Show and The Porch are really good young adult ones. The Porch recently did a series on Esther which I really enjoyed.  I ordered a few books as well (I’ll share all of these resources below!). I started memorizing scripture-one psalm for every week in quarantine. Much like everything else, the biggest time of growth in my faith have come from the hardest fights. The times my heart has been wounded and I draw near the one in whom I find forgiveness and healing.  The word "steadfast" has been the word the Lord keeps bringing to my mind year after year. 

As things start to open back up again, I look back at this time and I can't help but smile.  I feel like the Lord just gave me an amazing gift. God has given me some pretty interesting "gifts" these past 5 years, but every-time I look back and say, "God your greatest gifts to me have come wrapped in fear and heartbreak." I'm confident that this quarantine is going to be one of the best things that ever happened to me. I mean I did create my Survivor Audition video in quarantine so maybe THAT can be the silver lining?! LOL 😂

Here are some of my top favs from quarantine: 

Books:
Dark Clouds, Deep Mercy (HERE)
Pilgrim's Progress (HERE)
The 4 Wills of God (HERE)

Podcasts:
The Porch (HERE) *Live youtube broadcasts Tues at 8pm Eastern
Boundless (HERE)
Gospel in Life (HERE) *Great series on Habakkuk (Trusting God in Difficult Times)

Prayer Guides:
30 Days of Gratitude (HERE)
Names and Attributes of God (HERE)
Prayers for Missions/Bible Translations (HERE)
COVID 19 Specific (HERE)

Running quarantine playlist: 
*Just reading the titles you can tell why these songs made the playlist LOL



Fun Memories: 
@kimjgabriel (IGTV) Click HERE 

Prayers for everyone in this time. We all face our own challenges in the midst of this pandemic. If there is anything I can be praying for specifically for you, please let me know 💕 I would love to lift you up in prayer! 

I should be leaving you with my survivor audition video...but I'll just wait until I actually get casted 😉 ...Stay tuned haha!

Boston Marathon 2019 Recap

Running the Boston Marathon for the first time in 2017 was an amazing experience.  I went into it completely “wide-eyed” and totally excited….and totally overwhelmed. It didn’t take me long to realize that this was “kind of a big deal.”  I didn’t know if I would ever get to run this race again, but I hoped that one day I would return….mom kept telling me she wanted to return to that awesome TJMaxx, in Boston and I can’t disappoint her right?! ;)

 

To rewind a bit, in March 2018 I decided to have my first rib and scalene muscles removed on my right side.  There was a very small chance that this surgery would cause breathing problems for the rest of my life if fluid did not drain properly from my lungs after the surgery. This would make exerting my breathing…aka exercise..something that I would not be able to do. Knowing this gave me a little push to do a marathon at the end of March that I was considering up in Carmel, Indiana. I ended up qualifying for Boston at that race a few weeks before surgery with a PR time. Honestly this gave me a little extra motivation in recovery as I wanted to heal and get strong and run again at Boston the following April—on my one year surgiversary. How cool is that?! 

Anyway, I felt SO much better going into Boston this time around. I knew the hotel, I knew the surroundings, I knew the routine of race morning, I knew what to expect on the course, etc. I just felt so much more comfortable with what was going on, and it made it a lot easier to relax and enjoy it.  

Deciding what to wear for the race was definitely the most stressful part. For 10+ days leading up to the race I kept packing and repacking thinking about the weather forecast that looked like cold rain, then hot rain, then scattered rain? Ay yi yi!

Friday morning before the race we arrived in Boston. That morning I woke up, went on a four mile run, took a quick shower, finished packing and got to my parents house by 11am (after stopping at Starbucks of course). From there we left for the airport and arrived in Boston around 4pm. We got the rental car and went to this yummy vegetarian place called “Walnut Grill.” Then we went back to the hotel.  We were all pretty tired, so we went to bed early.  They busy weekend was about to begin!

On Saturday we woke up and went to the breakfast buffet-AFTER getting an iced coffee at the hotel Starbucks J  After breakfast I went to get my nails done—a favorite pre race tradition! Priorities!  Blue and yellow Boston theme with some nail art 💖  It was nice to relax and get a little pampered before the race.  We headed back from the nail salon around noon and I started to get a hunger headache on the way back. We quickly went to the hotel’s restaurant so I could eat a veggie burger before heading to the expo.

Saturday afternoon we went to the T station to go downtown to the expo….and it was a ZOO-just as expected haha!  We had to wait outside for about 20 minutes before getting into the building because the line went outside about a block. Everyone had to have their bags checked before entering. Finally we got to the bib number pick up. I was SO excited because I made it into wave 2 this year—my goal J  (mainly because my bib would be WHITE and white goes best with PINK!).

Next we went to the shopping area where we hoped to buy some stuffed unicorns. But they ran out of them on Friday night. Mom was devastated because “that’s why I’m here” according to mom haha!  It was pretty sad news L Then we walked to the finish to take some pictures. By then we were all pretty worn out from standing in lines and walking around, so we decided to head back to the T station. The closest station was just beyond the finish line. In my opinion it is bad luck to cross a finish line before a race, so I stood there refusing to cross. (My poor parents probably never anticipated having to coax a 26 year old into walking forward 10 ft with them…)

Eventually my mom and dad offered to carry me across the line (and the best parents award goes to___!!!).  BUT I did not take them up on this…I made a path of papers across the line so that my feet would not need to touch the line directly. And YOU thought I was crazy before?!  (but hey, crazy is what got me here to run the Boston Marathon…that’s what gets most of us here. We don’t have Saturday mornings. We either get up early or eat dinner at 9 so we can train after work. It is crazy, but it is worth it! It is worth all 792 miles of training that got me to the start line!)

The rest of Saturday was pretty uneventful. We had dinner at Panera and then went to bed.

My TJmaxx "throw away" clothes. 

Sunday morning I woke up around 9 and went for a quick shake out run. It was good to  get back into the “I’m here to RUN a marathon” mindset. After just a few miles I went back into my hotel room, did some foam rolling and a little core work. Then I showered and changed and met my parents at the breakfast buffet (mom had my Starbucks coffee already—BEST mom everrrr!). The only thing on the agenda was to go to the TJmaxx in Newton to get some throw away clearance clothes for the race morning. Mom and I went to TJmaxx late morning and it was just as amazing as we remembered. I didn’t eat much breakfast, but after shopping I had worked up an appetite. We stopped for smoothies and almond butter toast—my favorite pre-race fueling meal. It totally hit the spot. Then we went back to the hotel and relaxed (aka watched HGTV for the rest of the afternoon). I laid out my clothes and made sure I had everything packed in the right bags for athlete village.  I slept great that night-I rarely get nervous before a race. I figure what happens-happens. Clearly I’m a super intense athlete ;)

Monday morning at 6:40 my alarm went off.  I rolled out of bed and put on some Arizona as I got ready. I put on my hot pink shirt and some waterproof mascara (racing is no excuse not to look your best!). My parents came to my room at 7:10 and they surprised me with the CUTEST cheering shirts that were sparkly and pink and said “Kim’s Crew.” 

My van left at 7:30, so we all waited in the lobby and then hugged my parents goodbye. I was expecting to see them around mile 17 in the race.  After the van ride we got dropped off at a bus shuttle to the start. I sat with a group of guys from SoCal and somehow our conversation turned to “why sharks WANT to bite you.”  They did not seem that convinced, but I tried to warn them and that’s all I can do. We got to athlete village and put our garbage bags next to a text and closer to the port-o-potties. We hung out there for a while eating bagels.  Then we decided to take turns going to the bathroom so that we could watch each others stuff. Then they started calling wave 1. I knew I had about 25 minutes until my wave would be called, so I started changing my shoes and filling up my water bottle. I took off my extra clothing which made me sad because I was cold. As my wave was called we started walking a mile to the starting corrals. Right before the corrals there is another section of port-o-potties.

ANY runner that sees a port-o-potty before a race will NEED to go. Guarantee. So of course everyone was in line again while the wave was about to begin in 10 minutes. Fortunately I was in the 8^th corral, so I didn’t have very fair to go.  Even if the race did start I would not get to the start line for another 10 minutes. Everyone else around me was still pretty panicked. I’ve never felt so much pressure to pee so quickly!  One of the guys behind me said, “man..you train all these months and it comes down to THIS?!” LOL yup it totally comes down to picking the fastest port-o-potty line! So be warned…

I got to my corral with a few minutes to spare. The wave started and a few minutes later we were walking toward the start line. Ready or not this race was beginning! Off to Boston we go!

Last time I race this course I learned the hard way-GO OUT CONSERVATIVE OR YOU WILL PAY!  Boston is a HARD course. Respect it! The start kills your quads and the hills are at your hardest miles towards the end. Last time I did not hit the wall at mile 15, I slammed into it. OUCH! ....This time was different on so many levels. Starting in the back of wave 2 (as opposed to the front of wave 3 like last time) was SOOOOOO much better. Everyone ran ahead and I was perfectly content chilling in the back running and smiling.  Of course I want to do well, but at the same time I wanted to enjoy the race with no  specific time goal…not my fastest that’s for sure. But hey- I’m running the Boston marathon so I ain’t got nothin’ to prove ;)  

I never looked at my watch for pace the whole race-I just kept track of the miles so I knew when to start looking for my parents. It was pretty hot and humid so that was a challenge that I think many runners were not ready for. Not the best conditions, but not terrible either. That’s kind of how I felt in general-not amazing, but not terrible. Just “meh.” I put on the tunes and enjoyed all the crowds of people cheering us on. I stayed in the middle of the road-not getting to close to the crowds. It can be kind of overwhelming, so I like to enjoy the crowds with some personal space by hanging out in the middle. At mile 6 there were some people giving jelly beans. I was like, “heyyy meet me at mile 22 pleaseeee!”). People offer so much food on the course. They have fruit, popsicles, candy, water, etc. It is so awesome.  I think I only took a cup of water from a spectator at one point, but I can’t really remember.

My stomach was feeling a little off. Not bad, but not great, so I started getting water at the aid stations. Being in the back of the wave made it so easy to get over to the side, and this was much easier this time. I had much more room the entire race. Once I started having more water I was feeling a little better.  I just kept cruising along loving life until mile 16 when I started looking for my parents. Around mile 16.5 I spotted them in their bright yellow shirts. I ran over to them and gave them both a hug….I mean they came all this way to watch me race and see me for 10 seconds and I can’t interrupt my running to give them a quick hug?! Of course I can! And I did!

“Power hugs” from mom and dad kept me going for the next 3 miles. I saw the “Newton” town sign-GULP!  The hills are coming!  The hills are coming!

I made it through the first two hills with a rather pathetic jog. And then Heartbreak appeared and Broke. My. Heart. I walked up most of heartbreak.  That was definitely the lowest moment of the race for me. When I got to the top I started to jog again and then started committing to each aid station.  In triathlon I would always run mile by mile getting to the next aid station to walk through and then keep running until the next aid station. It helps you manage the miles when the going gets tough. You just focus on one mile at a time. 

With 5 miles to go the crowds got thicker and thicker.   This is when you hear a lot of “good job you’re almost there!”  Which is something you should never ever say to a runner. I want to punch those people in the face. I know they mean well, but after 20+ miles of running even just a few miles is tough. You’re pretty much over it at that point and being done in 20 minutes is not soon enough. Better alternative—“you’re looking strong, keep going!”  That’s right! Flatter my ego ;)

Soon I was approaching the famous “Citgo” sign. I started to get excited knowing the finish was getting very close. Crowds were going wild!  As I turned to see the finish line just a few blocks ahead I looked to the right and saw my mom yelling “GO KIM!”  I smiled and waved at her and tried to finish hard.  I threw my arms in the air and crossed the finish line. I had just completed my second Boston marathon!!!

When you finish you have to walk another mile past the finish line to get your metal, water and foil blanket (they wrap you like a burrito and put a sticker to hold it together.). One table had cups of Gatorade and I decided to have a cup since the race was over. BAD mistake. My stomach immediate started cramping really bad = hunchback status. I was stopped and bent over when one of the volunteers made sure I was ok. I said I was fine, but that my stomach was just cramping up so they walked with me for a bit. Finally I reached the end where the closest T (Arlington) station would take me back to the hotel.  My parents and I would meet back at the hotel.  I walked down the stairs (…extremely hard after running 26.2…which is really 28.2 when you count the mile to the start line and mile after the finish) and asked if I could get to Riverside from here. I was told “no-you have to go to the other side.” 

I nearly had a melt down….

Hear me out people. Telling someone who literally finished a marathon 20 minutes ago (and has a cramping stomach) that they have to WALK back UP the stairs to WALK DOWN another flight of stairs is basically like telling them to go run another marathon.

Thankfully I “put my big girl panties on” and held it together. Soon I got to the correct side of the station and was heading back to the hotel.  I shivered the whole way and another racer gave me his foil blanket so I could have 2! 

We took a few pics when we got back to the hotel (it’s all about the hardware!). I was still freezing cold and a hot shower felt amazing! I wasn’t super hungry, but I was in the mood for FROYO!! We decided to go to the cheesecake factory for dinner and then froyo for dessert. It totally hit the spot!  YUMMMMMM…

Tuesday morning we had breakfast and needed to get to the airport by noon.  I was not very sore at all (I literally came into the office Wednesday doing squats haha---NEW BALANCE 860’s are AH-MAZING!). Some told my mom, “She RAN the marathon? Wow she doesn’t look like it…she’s walking fine.” Bahahaha I’m glad I didn’t have the post race limp! 

It all went so fast and I can’t believe it was a few weeks ago already!  I’ve started running again—just little 4-5 mile shakeout runs every few days. I also went to the pool and have been going to yoga a few times a week. No formal training-just what I feel like doing and taking it as it comes.

Will I run Boston again?  I certainly hope I will have the opportunity to do it again!! Running has been really fun these last few years as my triathlon endeavors took a back seat for shoulder surgeries. I’m taking the next month to figure out where my heart is right now and that next challenge I’m ready to take on!  To be honest part of me is itching to get back into triathlon because it has been so long. I’d like to train triathlon for the rest of the year and maybe do another marathon next year—mix it up a bit? I really don’t know at this point…and that’s ok. Right now I’m still celebrating the race and the journey of Boston Strong 2019!