What’s up party people? I know, I know… it’s taken me forever to write about my Route 66 Marathon experience. It’s been tough to wrap my head around everything going on post race- being with family, Thanksgiving, and work. But I’m here now! Let’s get into it…
Post Marine Corps Marathon
So after I came back from MCM, I took the following week off from lifting and running. Needed to hit the reset button for a minute and think about my race.
You see, Marathon is much more than just running; it’s a mental and spiritual test. In my past writings, I’ve said it is a ceremony- you’re sacrificing your mind, body, and spirit. For me, it’s a chance to share the road with thousands of runners, fans, and to be in prayer. During MCM, my parents kept reminding me through messages that I’m running for those that cannot run; what we’re doing (Running) is much bigger than ourselves. Maybe that’s a reason why less than 1% of the population can run 26.2 miles, we are a select few that can carry this kind of strength and spirit. Don’t get it twisted though, everyone has their own unique way of shining and not everyone can accomplish those achievements. Point here is that we all have an opportunity to do something special 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
MCM was the first time I’ve ran a marathon by myself. This race was different. It broke so many chains (mental stigmas) and it was a personal revelation of strength and spirit. The 8 months of preparation through sweat, gains, pain, standing up after being knocked down, and crossing the finish line was proof that I needed for myself.
After coming home and spending time with my kid crew, I made it a point to visit my bro George. He invested so many hours and energy to push me beyond my limits, he was one of my peoples that I had to bring the MCM medal ‘chip home to:
Following my week off, I came back to Hardbody Gym to readjust my body and work out any aliments. After some quick workouts, I was ready to take on Route 66 Marathon.
Route 66 Marathon
Leading up to Route 66, I did my usual routine; carbed up a couple days before, got hydrated, collected my gu gels/carb packs, collected running gear, attended the expo with my kid crew, and watched my OSU Cowboys beat West Virginia 🍊🔫🏈
Morning of the run, I did it in typical Petey fashion, running late 😂. Promptly showed up 15 mins before gun time LOL. Got to my corral and about froze my fingers off 🥶
This felt different from MCM. Not only was I back at home running, but a lot of stigmas were gone. Instead of tracking my running time, I didn’t bring my Fitbit and did not turn on my running app. It was me, my jams (you can listen to my playlist here https://open.spotify.com/user/rastapetey/playlist/5BcSMjRJmix23EPDZe2bnX?si=m6gMtxLMRO6WdsmAASrW_Q), and the road. Let’s go. Two marathons in one month. Let’s be legendary…
All of the sudden, the race became fun. I was smiling a lot and laughing with other runners I met on the route. High-fived tons of people. Saw my buddy Sam at mile 15, gave a quick hug. Made sure to go beast mode in front of the camera (probably because Mo Bamba was playing in my ears)
At mile 14, I felt my energy drop. I quickly texted my running fam Vicki and asked her to meet me at mile 20 and bring a 5 Hour Extra Strength. Once I made it to TU, it was a breath of life to see her and her daughter waiting for me. It was a huge blessing to have them a part of my journey
After being reenergized, the remaining 6 miles were a blur. I went through the Center of the Universe Detour. As I turned to complete the last mile, my legs were trying to lock up and every piece of me wanted to walk. I had a quick flashback to last year and remembered that I beat myself up for not fully running the last mile. I yelled at myself “Leave it all out on the course!!!” Took a deep breath and powered through. Boom. 26.5 miles in 5 hours and 56 mins. New PR in the cold and windy weather. Legs cramped up, but never felt better…
New personal record. New appreciation for the Route 66 Marathon. And most importantly, gained new family and renewed sense of self. It was time to go home, warm up and celebrate with my folks at my sister’s house. And it was time to celebrate with my brother again:
When I started this marathon journey over a year ago, I was in a deep and dark depression. Anxiety was at an all time high. Now, I’m still fighting like hell, but it is love that pushes me through the storms; and it is because of love that I fight and move forward.
Route 66 Marathon 2017: fight for survival
Marine Corps Marathon 2018: breaking chains
Route 66 Marathon 2018: celebration
You heard me say “One Step, One Breath, One Mile at a Time.” I really didn’t understand the word play until after this last race. When you add up all the steps, breaths, and miles, you win your personal championships. Yea, its pretty awesome to get some pretty sick finisher medals, but my personal championships include sharing love with my folks, raising funds for Creek Nation scholarships, and being a leader and model for my kids.
Be sure to run your race One Step, One Breath, One Mile at a Time. Run with spirit and run with the Creator. Mvto! Thank you for following my journey and leaving me messages on my phone, Instagram (@djwicket), and on Facebook. Stay tuned to see what we do next! I’ll be sure to keep writing! Marathon 2018 Season is a wrap!