Tom’s Marathon
By Martha // Posted 25 October, 2010 in: Minneapolis
A marathon doesn’t begin at the starting line. It begins with dinner the night before… a starter,
and a strong finish with carbo-loading-nara and grocery-freezer garlic bread:
The morning of the marathon, at the recommendation of Ed Kohler of “The Deets,” I dropped Tom in downtown Minneapolis and headed to the Rose Garden at Lake Harriet. Here I first saw Tom: mile 7 (viewing point 1). He was looking great:
Does it look trashy? It’s supposed to look trashy. Marathon lit explained that runners are meant to throw their watercups to the ground rather than seek out a trashcan. You can’t handle the trashcan when you’ve got 26.2 miles ahead of you. That’s what volunteers are for.
Next, we met just before Lake Nokomis (viewing point 2) where Tom decided to remove his gloves:
We saw each other again as Tom came off Lake Nokomis (viewing point 3). I have not included a second picture, because you can imagine for yourself all of the people in the picture above, still miraculously on pace and running together–only they have their backs turned toward you and they are running away from rather than to the lake.
I missed Tom on the West River Parkway (viewing point 4), which is, by the way, a lovely spot to watch the marathon. My tardiness was due to a coffee stop at the Caribou on Lake Nokomis Ed kindly mentioned in his spectator’s guide. I don’t even like Caribou, but it was there, I had a coupon, and I had my mug with me for the purpose.
Once I figured I’d missed Tom, I trotted over to the other side of the Lake Street Bridge where I caught Tom on the East River Parkway (viewing point 5), still going strong. Here he is envisioning himself crossing the finish line:
If you’re following along with the spectator’s guide, you’d realize this was the last time I saw Tom before I raced to the finish line (viewing point 6) in my Volkswagen Golf to watch him run up and down to the Capitol in St. Paul.
Just after crossing the finish line (you can watch a video of the very moment with the “results feature” here), I caught up with Tom and was able to hand him the phone so he could speak to his mom and dad and confirm that he was still in fact breathing:
And that was the 2010 Twin Cities Marathon, just nine days after we were married, and one day before Tom turned twenty-six.
4 comments | Marathon, Minneapolis, St. Paul, Twin Cities
This entry was posted by Martha on Monday, October 25th, 2010 at 8:15 am and is filed under Minneapolis. You can subscribe to responses to this entry via RSS.
It’s great to hear that you found the spectating guide useful.
Congrats to Tom on finishing the marathon.
Thanks Ed!
Martha! I love it! thank you sososososo much for that history! How revealing to see it for ourselves–thank you!
Fun to read and great photos.