Maybe it’s the energy of 20,000 plus people. Maybe it’s the memory of participating in the past. Maybe it’s the rush of knowing someone is accomplishing something epic. Whatever it is, I know one thing — you can’t beat race morning. That fact remained true this past Sunday at the 2015 Rite Aid Cleveland Marathon. My brother signed up to run the full marathon again this year and I enthusiastically agreed to follow him along Cleveland’s West side.
Two years ago, Drew ran his first half marathon in 1:46:36. Last year, he ran his first full marathon, finishing in 3:51:29 — truly an amazing time for his first 26.2-er. Going in to this year’s race, knowing the weather situation and how the last few weeks of his training went, Drew was hoping to match his time from last year — even though his original stretch goal was something closer to that 3:30-3:45 range. But with high humidity and warm temperatures, Drew knew he had to be smart and pace himself. And knowing the history of wonky knees in our family, I agreed with his plan.
My race crewing plan for 2015 remained the same from 2014: meet up with Drew every seven miles with Powerade and extra energy chews. Since the race course changed slightly, I hunkered down at Mile 7 near the corner of W. 58th and Lorain.
I have to admit — my interest in race crewing is for many (selfish even!) reasons, those being the many people I have the honor of cheering on along the course including @WestParkRunner who was pacing the 3:25 marathon group…
Ryan in the middle wearing the blue tank and holding the pacing sign.
…Drew’s friend (and weight loss success story!) Ian (@andersiw on IG)…
As for Drew, this is pretty much how he looked at each of those mile markers I met him at that morning:
Looking strong, smile on his face — and ready for some Powerade. The entire race, Drew was pacing way faster than planned. Once I saw him at mile seven, I knew he was going to blow his previous personal best out of the water — so we had to stay on the move at a quick pace ourselves! After seeing Drew at mile 21 (here in this picture), Hans, my mom and I buzzed along East on I-90, overshooting downtown by getting off at Superior, then cutting back through Public Square to get to our tip top secret parking spots. (Sorry, not sharing — gotta protect my spot for 2016!)
We got downtown with just enough time to see Drew run down and to the finish line, finishing the race in 3:36:56 — a 14 and a half minute PR from last year’s Cleveland Marathon. Nice work, bro! Sweaty and tremendously tired, he even obliged me for a few family pics to commemorate the morning.
LONG STORY SHORT: He may be younger, but I find myself always looking up to my little brother — figuratively & literally.
Drew sets realistic goals, and then chases the heck out of them until he can say he’s accomplished them. He recognizes when things aren’t going as planned, and then adjusts as needed. But most importantly, he knows to not take life too seriously and to enjoy the ride. Bro, I love ya and I’m proud to be your big sister — marathon medal or not.