
Today I went for a run and completed my official 40th marathon!!!! I allowed myself a few days to reflect, regroup and think about this crazy journey. I can’t say I expected to ever run a marathon in Mississippi, nor be running my 40th marathon. When I started this journey in 2010 I was sure this was a one and done thing. I finished that race upset my separation from my ex kept me from training properly and more disappointed that I had given up on myself. Now in 2020, I’m more confident in my own skin and journey to not allow external forces to ruin my motivation or happiness. Mississippi was a long shot. In October, days after I ran the virtual MCM, the Tucson Marathon canceled. Big Bummer!!! I started to investigate and found the Mississippi Gulf Coast, a week after what would have been Tucson, was still on to run. I reached out to the directors to ask about the number of entrants and safety protocols. All sounded good, so I signed up, even happy they had a refund/ deferral policy. Flash forward to December and here I am waiting along side a quiet beach.

To avoid crowds Shawn drove me to the start. It was a 40 minute drive along the point to point course. The temperature hung around 56 degrees as I climbed out and found my spot along the beach wall. At 6:30am others had also spread out along the wall with trash bags for warmth. The sun begun to pop up along the Gulf, but clouds kept the view of the sunrise hidden. The race started with the first three waves spread out on yellow dots, six feet apart. As one wave moved forward the next would fill in on the dots. I was wave nine and hung around in my mask until I heard it called. I found a dot on the edge of the road and began to move forward as instructed. It was smooth, spaced out and easy to follow along. Soon enough it was my turn to run through the starting shutte with two others and I was officially on my adventure to complete my 40th marathon.


The road had been blocked from traffic and we were able to spread out between two lanes of Route 90 in Pass Christian. To the right the Gulf of Mexico seemed endless. To our left, new and old seaside mansion scattered the landscape. The hurricane season had been a rough one and debris, broken piers, and damaged buildings were a reminder of how destructive the calm water can become. Throughout the run images of broken piers, tangled shrimp boats and small, calm slapping waves would be my most memorable images of the gulf coast in Mississippi. A parallel road to Rt 90 allowed family members and supporters to park and cheer on runners throughout the race; however, spectators were pretty much non existent due to COVID regulations. A few houses near Gulfport had music blasting, a quiet nursing home had a few supporters at their gate and runners gained support from enthusiastic volunteers at small water stops along the course. After making our way out of Pass Christian the headwind picked up. The temperature moved into the 60s, the sun sporadically popped out from behind clouds and the humidity hung around 80%. Not bad racing weather, but definetly warmer than the 28 degrees I had run in earlier that week! The wind was the biggest factor; however without it the temperature would have felt excessive.

I reached the half way point in Gulfport in about a few minutes after two hours. My goal was to maintain a steady pace as long as possible. After the half I allowed myself waking breaks and time to enjoy the race. The day before Shawn and I had driven the course, stopping at lighthouses and other shoreline spots. Now as I ran I took in the various lighthouses along the route and was happy to have shared these spots with Shawn the previous day. Sometimes these moments help you move forward during a run or help you share a solo run with someone even though they are not with you. I even laughed out loud at a sign held by a random spectator who was standing at an intersection that read, “keep counting the waffle houses.”
Soon enough I was at mile twenty! The sun had warmed things up and as I hit twenty I took a walk break to chug some water. Of course this was the moment Shawn found me. He was waiting at an intersection as I was strooling on by in no hurry. He shouted to me and I waved. Soon enough he had turned and was driving along side me. The course had opened up one lane on 90 for traffic moving east. As Shawn slowly inched along, we chatted for a bit and Shawn asked if I needed anything before driving off to meet me at the finish. My main supporter had found me – my partner in crime and my motivation to pick it up and move forward. Soon enough I was retracing my shake out run route.

Well that was great until the final two miles. We looped up the highway ramp and went north on an endless concrete incline. The half marathon had a turn around, but the full marathoners kept moving forward. It felt like the stretch had no end, with nothing but concrete walls to view. Finally the turn around! It was time to head home. To the left you could hear the music and announcer at the MGM stadium, more of a motivation to keep moving forward. I came down the ramp and cheered on a woman who passed me and who I had been leap frogging throughout the race. We came around a turn and another turn and finally hit mile 26. We curved around the stadium and I found Shawn on the sidewalk. He had his hand up and my daughters sign. I continued to make my way around and finally turned to see the finish line. He had jogged over to see me and was filming me as I came in. The announcer said my name and just like that – my 40th marathon had come to an end. I grabbed my mask and a volunteer handed me a medal. The crowd was small with pockets of people scattered around the grassy area. I found Shawn and we laughed because I finished just in time to check in for our flight.


We took a few photos, grabbed a pulled pork sandwich and headed to the car before heading to New Orleans for a victory meal. It was a pretty laid back finish line celebration, but perfect according to Covid protocol.

It was bittersweet. My journey to 40 marathons was done. I was excited as my sister, who had been tracking me via garmin live, called with the kids to congratulate me. It was great to hear my kids, and to feel the support of my husband, children, and sister. My 40th adventure was over, but not my journey. With the encouragement being shared by my family I know that the best is ahead. I’ve grown so much since 2010 and this race was a clear reminder that more adventures are waiting around the corner. I turn 40 in less than two months and instead of focusing on the gray hair, increasing wrinkles and slower metabolism that I’m reminded of which each little jiggle in my middrift – instead remaining positive, optimistic and ready to embrace whatever these next ten years may bring. Believe me – if you had asked me in 2010, never would I have thought I would be standing in Biloxi, Mississippi at the finish line of my most memorable race.
“Anything can happen child. Anything can be….” S.S.


