We were a little nervous about getting up for the race, this was in fact the main reason we came to Oslo; to run the Marathon. After picking up our race packets at the Bislett stadium last night, we laid out our running gear, affixed our marathon bibs to our shirts, and planned every detail to help the morning go smoothly. Chris tied my championchip to my right shoe (our running tradition), we even chose the socks, and set out the body glide we would apply in hopes of not getting any blisters or chaffing. It didn't feel like it was time to go to bed, but we took Tylenol PM, set two alarms, and requested a
wake up call, then finally fell asleep.
My nerves were on full alert by the time the first alarm went off. I am so glad the race didn't start until 10:30 am. After a good nights rest, Chris and I went to the Carolina Breakfast room to fuel up before the big race. Chris felt confident that we would be fine, and he filled up with serrano, smoked salmon, fresh baked bread, swiss cheese, and a cup of coffee. I had a glass of water, some yogurt and a bowl of oatmeal. My stomach was in knots.
The start of the race was only about 100 meters South of Hotel Continental. We jogged down, and stretched to the sound of music pumping through the loud speakers. The energy in the air was electric. I absolutely love the feeling right before the race, bouncing up and down in anticipation, not knowing for sure what the next 42 km have in store. The pride you have from wearing a marathon bib, and embarking on this daunting task is indescribable.
Chris and I decided to capture as much of the experience as we could so we carried our digital camera with us as we criss-crossed through the city. I am so glad we did. The race started out along Oslofjord and headed East past Akershus Fortress and Castle, then past the Opera House. We ran East for about 6 km then headed back into the city through the city center. The weather could not have been more perfect for fall running. It was around 9 degrees Celsius (48 degrees F) and sunny for the entire run. The colors on the trees were changing and for the first 21 Km we were running pretty strong. Our time at the half marathon was 2:08. A friend and fellow marathoner described running a marathon in thirds. The first third is from start to half marathon, the second third is to mile 20, and the final third is 20m to 26.2 m. This doesn't make sense mathematically, but trust me, it is true.
The second third was grueling, and the last third we got through on sheer grit and determination. There are moments in every race that stand out as crucial moments. A loud cheer from a supporter, or a sign that encourages to keep on going. Though not many words were shared as we pounded forward, the silence and solidarity of running a marathon with a partner is indescribable. This is mine and Chris's third marathon. Our first was when we were engaged to be married, our second was in our first year of marriage, and this is our third. As we were running we came to a pair of runners. I imagine they were father and son. As I looked at their shoes, one black and one white, a visible sign of their shared experience, I was inspired to keep pressing forward.
The final leg of the race was painful and challenging to say the least. I had to keep telling myself that through the pain I need to soak in this once in a lifetime experience of running a marathon in Oslo. We wove our way around the streets of Oslo, and finally back to the water front where we would finish. When we finally crossed the finish line it was such a relief to finally be done running after 4 hours and 48 min. It was such a sense of accomplishment to have the medal placed around our necks. We made it, and it was finally over.
Now that the journey of the Giltner, Oslo Marathon was complete, the cramps and stiffness were just beginning to set in. I can't even explain how grateful I was at that moment of the location of our hotel. The fewer steps that I had to take the better.
To celebrate our accomplishments, we ordered room service for a lovely dinner for two on our 8th floor balcony overlooking the city center (including power-aid on the rocks). The rest of the evening was spent icing aching muscles, recounting the memories of the race, and just being amazed at how incredible it is that we are even here!