Aaron Burros's Staging Area

Plane, no pilots or crew…
Plane and pilots, no crew…
Plane, pilots left, still no crew…
Delayed 1 hour…
Delayed 3 hours 15 minutes later…
Delayed 8 hours immediately following…
Lady: We can get you to Seattle but you have to add an additional stop (2 total). But then we’d have to figure out how to get you to Alaska from there.

Me: ma’am, I need a refund. I’m home here in Texas. Y’all not going to get me stuck in another city.

This is the real deal. The Race is all that and a bag of sweet potatoe chips. First and foremost, the entire staff loves what they do and who they do it for. They celebrate each and everyone way before you begin and even after you end. Show up because they show out.
The beginning of the race has you running to the trail head. Consider this a warm up mile, because once you enter the trail head and embark upon the trails, you won’t want to leave. Loop after loop is lavishly laid out for you, supported for you, and naturally beautify to you. You’ll loose yourself.
After finishing this race, you’ll feel as though you got away with murder. Guilt may set in as you realize you recieved way more then you paid for. And even though I wasn’t able to finish due to my PTSD being triggered by a neighboring farmer shooting varmints in his field along the backside of the course, I so look forward to going out there again.

If navigating the pandemic has been hard for you and thinking that it has to be hard on my running 50 marathons in 50 States in 50 weeks to celebrate my 50th Birthday Year, you right. And if any race was to be a poster race for this year, it would definitely be this one.

I’m experienced at running and reading trails without the aid of technology but the terrain alone. This came in handy as navigating the trail with two other “newbie” trail runners became my task at hand. I often tell people who move into large cities like Houston Texas, USA that the best way to learn how to get around is to get lost. And lost we got — not so much me but the guys I was with on the run.

I knew that the best way for them to experience the trail was to let them experience not only the beauty but the beast. The trail, due to lack of volunteers this year because of Covid, didn’t get marked as well as it should have. Add to this the fact that markers from the prior races had not been picked up further complicating the course. This presented us with a very unique challenge.

Although the youngest one of us had decided to lead the pack and ended up making a wrong turn and doubling back towards the start while having ran about 7 miles, he had yet to come in to the finish line area when the cut-off time had approached. As a matter of fact, there stood about 35 runners for the full marathon who hadn’t yet made their way back into the finish area. But no need to worry, calls began going out and the volunteers began going out to get those who couldn’t complete the course before dark.

It sounds a lot worse then it was actually. There were many local people on the course to help people navigate. And although the curse was challenging, you had people who registered to run the half but completed the full distance of 26.2 plus miles because of being lost. Unless you’ve experienced trail running, especially on a very technical course, you probably think I’m insane. Okay, I’m insane, but that has nothing to do with the truth of how awesome it is to experience such a thrill of total exhaustion and endurance of the human spirit.

I plan to volunteer to mark the course next year. Seriously, I dream about this course, it’s beauty and the people out there for the race or the relaxation. By the way, if your friends come to support, tell them to bring their mountain bikes and full protection gear. These trails are stunning but deadly if you fall the wrong way.

I’m not trying to leave Kansas without running this great race, and neither should you. You want the best of a trail run mixed from non-technical to Rocky “Don’t Roll Your Ankles ” Roads mixed with just enough rolling hills to push your time towards a great PR, this is the run for everyone – especially you.

Having ran Grandma’s Marathon and taken the ferry tour, I had a better understanding of the large number of corn fields that lined the course, that had just been harvested. The course was filled with runners of all ages and abilities — have your mountain bikes to ride if you’re going out to cheer on your favorite runners — from first time Marathoners who were the third generation of runners in a family to soloist ultra Marathoners, who were convinced by their ultra elite running friends that they could weather the course.

Speaking of the course, the volunteers were great from start to the out and back and finish. Led by an amazing RD, they were well stocked and well equipped to ensure your success. This was the first course I’ve ever ran where volunteers rode up and down looking for runners to encourage along the route. Even the RD went out and got a runner who was lost at the tail end of the course and couldn’t find their way back after taking a wrong turn. And yes, the course was well marked. But when you begin in the dark just before dawn, things don’t look the same when flashlights are shining and voices aren’t yelling this way while you blindly follow the trail of runners at the beginning. Add to this the fact that you’re just over 31 miles amongst other factors, and you’ll find yourself really looking for the yellow brick road.

Foot Traffic is the right name for this run. Besides the obvious reason of running, its name is fitting for to the course and the traffic (pedestrians and cars). While doing an awesome job of keeping runners safe while running against traffic, the traffic leaving the island, mainly busses which transported runners, pulls up the rear of the run until leaving the island between mile 1 and 2; while runners continue straight.

The next traffic jam is shortly after passing under the American Flag hanging from the bridge. The Foot Traffic takes priority once again as traffic comes to a complete halt, and occupants cheer the runners on; while runners thank the officers for their service. Continuing on until you reach the road which takes you out and back, runners come upon volunteers and medics directing them to what is undoubtedly the most spectacular part of the course. Simply stunning scenery and huge bird nest may cause you to forget you’re actually running a marathon. Just hope you’re as fortunate as I was to see the man picking cherries from his cherry tree. He asked if I wanted some, and of course I wanted some then even more. I grew up in the age where fruit trees were everywhere. You need to know that these were the best cherries ever — Ocean Springs got nothing on them.

Sad to say, there exist many other farms of which I wasn’t as fortunate to partake of. And neither will you. That is unless you plan to visit them yourself after the run. But you might just be a little too tired to walk and pick your own food. Don’t worry, they have some farms that’ll pick for you realizing you might be tired from all the running.

Speaking of tired, I must warn you about the retired tire place. I don’t care for the smell of whatever was going on with the mountain of tires. And because it’s an out and back, you’ll pass this area twice. Just keep rolling right along, and you’ll pass it quicker then you think.

We do what we do for a myriad of reasons. Most run, some bike and a few swim while only a handful do all three — I run. I ran this marathon in honor and loving memories of my Grandmas. Grandma Burros prayed me into the Kingdom of God while Grandma Templeton, who I’m sure prayed as well, taught me about the Godly lineage of our family. Both of my Grandmas lived lives that honored our Great God and Savior Jesus Christ. Grandmas, this one’s for y’all.

First of all, this is more like a family running reunion with a well executed plan for runners on every level. Second, don’t complain about the numerous add stations — you are not required to stop at any of them — and keep in mind that your race isn’t the only race taking place.

Logistically, they did that. You have a full, a half, a full relay, a half relay, two states – two halves all taking place at the same time. The fact that aid stations are every mile should be the least of one’s concern.

I, personally, was way too busy having the best fun and enjoying myself more than I have in over five years. From the phenomenal packet pickup to the post race party, I wished the day would’ve never ended. But all great things come to an end, at least until next year. Best believe you’d have to be the most miserable person on the planet not to have enjoyed this cool running.

Mr. and Mrs. Shawn Cool and company, along with the community, put on a memorable event. Before even toeing the start line, I knew I wanted to return to run. Within the first mile, I knew I’d be back and by mile 15, I knew I was coming back. They had aligned the entire course with personal messages to returning runners welcoming them back. The course was challenging and ran throughout the community. People were everywhere along the course cheering you on and wishing local and visiting runners personal well wishes like they’ve known them all of their lives. The aid station volunteers were past awesome, and the festivities in West Virginia start / finish line made you want to pause your Garmin and party.

It was totally a small town fell with a big town bang. From the miniature horses after the big hill up and the steep and long decline down to running through the camp areas and along the swinging bridge (I didn’t make it this far), you won’t have a moment of boredom.

CANADIAN RUNNING MAGAZINE
https://runningmagazine.ca/the-scene/meet-the-texas-man-running-50-marathons-in-50-weeks-in-50-states/

If she, the race director, had not told me that it was her first ever race, I wouldn’t have known it. This is a small town race with a big town production. You’ll feel as though the event was put on for you and your close running crew.

The only thing missing from this race was you. Seriously, if you weren’t among the few hundreds of participants and a handful of volunteers, you were MIA and missed out BIG TIME. From the course to the live country band at the country catered cookout with its own coffee vendor — yeah, I went to a race without a Starbucks even close — your running crew and you missed out big time.

Escape the big city and run the Bear Paw if you’re looking to do what you love and relax at the same time with this quick course. And hopefully like me, you’ll get your own pacer to bring you across the finish line (see photo below of a dog who belongs to a local rancher named Richard). Put this race on your Runcation list if you want some Monumental Montana Moments.

There exist that moment where if you try to explain something you’ll ruin it. This is one of those moments. I will say this — take your family with you.

I truly enjoyed watching the A-Team growing up. So when they came out with the movie on big screen, I was super excited. Although I was glad that they held to the storyline, characters, costumes, I was most satisfied when the declining actions lead to that one famous line by Hannibal – “I love it when a plan comes together. ” Like Hannibal, I love it when a race plan comes together. The Tabacco Road Marathon weekend was a well thought out plan in the midst of a pandemic that came together. Grab an ice cold cut m chocolate milk and read this review.

From registering for the race to returning back home, the Tabacco Road didn’t disappoint in the least of ways. After a friend contacted me about wanting to run a race to celebrate her 40th birthday, meet family and run a marathon in North Carolina, I immediately put a plan in action during the midst of my own plan of my own 50th Birthday Year Celebration Running of Marathons benefiting St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. Since I had already crossed North Carolina off of my 50 Marathons in 50 States in 50 weeks, I added this run just prior to my NEW ENGLAND CHALLENGE and BISTATE CHALLENGE (NJ only for me) with the Crazy Race Director. The stage was set but a hiccip would happen that would make running North Carolina a second time even more special.

Prior to leaving for the race, my nephew committed suicide allowing me to run and serve in a manner I hadn’t thought about – by not running but serving. Although I signed up for the half due to previously running North Carolina, the race was asking for people to defer their half or run virtually to get the number of participants down. Since the race was over two days with the full ran on Saturday and the half on Sunday, I asked if I could switch to the full, knowing I probably wouldn’t finish, and volunteer at the finish line on Sunday. I was granted my request. I also helped my sister who needed support financially with the burial of her son. This caused me not to be able to complete the NEW ENGLAND CHALLENGE but only the BISTATE CHALLENGE (Which was awesome in and of itself).

Speaking of Awesome, the course for the full was amazing, and the course for the half was a runner’s dream. For the full, it began going uphill then downhill with two separate out and backs (to the right then back across to the left of a T-section along a playful decline-incline course then uphill finishing downhill with a small uphill kick. The half, I was told by runners, who enjoy a hill or two challenge, that the half course was ideal. I knew it to be true because the flat liners – people who desire to run only flat courses and strongly dislike any course with a challenge – complained about the big hill just prior to the downhill kick at the end. Previous runners of the half testified that although the course was new, it was better than previous due to the difficulty level being increased.

Raising the difficulty level increases the rewards and appreciation not only for not the race course of runs but also of life itself. This weekend was pivotal in many ways for my 50th Birthday Year Celebration Running of Marathons. I was challenged to run longer but only physically but emotionally, mentally, spiritually and financially as I sacrificed all that I am and have by serving others. This race isn’t given to the swift or the strong, but to him who endures (let him who have ears to hear, hear what the Spirit of the LORD is saying). I love it when a plan comes together.

You wanna run a small town with a BIG feel? This is a great race to do. I’m hoping the Chamber takes advantage of the exposure it received from being one of the few races taking place during the pandemic 2020.

The race begins at Medford Park and quickly moves off road onto the Pine line Trail. This out and back is in the midst of picturesque farmlands. If you’re looking to get away from the big city runs and spend some quiet time alone, with God and / or family and friends, there’s no better run. And I needed my run family during this run like no other time.

If you’re not familiar with my story of why I’m running 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 weeks to celebrate my 50th Birthday Year, please click the link below to Dr. Loren Muirfield’s article about my plight. With this in mind, shortly after mile 9, we found ourselves in the midst of a shooting sporting event. With guns blazing, I began recording myself on my cell while looking at others reacting to the gunfire in an attempt to focus and manage my PTSD. I would learn later that a Vietnam War Veteran was affected by the gunfire. I honestly wasn’t expecting such a display of weaponry in the middle of Central Wisconsin. I thank God I made it through and past the situation.

Although I only completed the half, I made it to another milestone. This was the first time since the events of being shot at work that I was not affected with nightmares or night terrors. Running is very therapeutic. But when therapy is met with triggers of the trauma,I am only able to be extremely grateful to the LORD my God that it wasn’t worst then it could’ve been.

What a beautiful morning, what a beautiful day, I have a beautiful feeling everything’s blowing away – literally. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect union to begin the race. With a new marathon course, new drop-off location for the half and having had an excellent 5K day before the main events, it was a dead ringer that many PRs and course records would be set. That was until the Great Mighty Mississippi River reminded everyone – and everything – just why it is called the Great and Mighty.

Had the first 5K been an indication of things to come, I would have set my own personal goal of 5:05:50 for my 50th Birthday Year Celebration Running of Marathons time goal, instead, it was an indictment against thinking that you can do anything but show up prepared as possible to run in whatever conditions possible.

Miles 3.2 upto 8 would take the wind out of not only me, but even the elite runners on the course who would later go one to tell how their hopes were just to finish after making it just under a third into the marathon. Some like myself, pushed towards the turnaround while witnessing the elite runners being pushed by the wind. At one point, my 6′ 2″ 290 pound body was twice nearly knocked over by the 40 mph plus wind gusts. A fellow runner who past me up heading back to mile 8 laughed in awe that the wind nearly knocked me off of my feet. And as I was heading back to mile 8, the wind gust picked up and knocked over a Port-a-potty. Exhausted, I excited the trail head to climb the bridges back over to Missouri from Illinois. Little did I know that I’d find myself experiencing one of the worst episodes of PTSD that I had experienced in a little while.

I started up the bridge headed back 3 miles to the start area where we began having difficulty focusing. By the time I had reached the aid station just prior to crossing the Route 66 Bridge, I was an emotional wreck. The lady over the aid station convinced me to rest a moment and proceeded to call for someone to pick me up. However, I was determined to get to the otherwise. I knew if I could just make it to the other side, back to Missouri, that I’d finish with the wind at my back helping me. Besides, I had told myself that I needed to complete no less than 13.1 miles because my heart l great niece Gabby and another runner’s son Aiden didn’t have the choice to give up due to their pain. After gathering myself, I told the lady that I needed to at least get back across the bridge to the start. She arranged for the medics to pick me up at the start.

As I continued across Route 66, I only grew worse. My anxiety, depression and crying spells were back and in full force. I was angry, hurt, mad, disappointed, felt like a failure and many other emotions were going through my mind and body. Sometime thereafter, a medic biker rode up asking me was I okay. I quickly replied no emphatically. I knew I was far from okay. I was in a vulnerable place. I had been thrown out of a plane workout a parachute. I needed help and probably for the first time during my race wasn’t afraid to let someone know.

The biker guy stayed with me for the next mile or so. He helped by asking important questions then listening. He let me cry but kept me focused. He encouraged me to get where I could get help and decide realistically whether to continue or not. I shared why I was running, why I wanted to get to the half way point and my hopes of just needing to complete an entire marathon one day in 5:05:50. He then handed me off to another biker, a lady who I recognized from Facebook with Black Girls Run.

I continued with her expressing why I needed to get to the half mark while she continued to ask if I wanted to stop. She warned me of a steep hill and was concerned if I’d make it. To tell the truth, I was concerned if I’d make it. But I continued to cross the street where the police officer who was driving a medics transport vehicle inquired if I wanted to get in. I told him that I needed to get to the halfway mark, to which he replied that he’d wait for me there. So up the steep hill I went, stopping at some point lessthan halfway up and continuing to get to the timing mat.

As I approached the sign informing us that the mat was near, I found new energy from the sun shining — just enough energy to run through the timing mat. If only I wasn’t an emotional wreck, I would have pressed on to cross the finish line. But the pain caused from the work I had to wrought from running against and from the Great ighty Mississippi River was way too much for me to bear. I called it quits, knowing that I’d live to run another day.

I planned to knock out two states in one trip in one weekend. But my body had other plans. I woke up and drove to New Jersey to check it out. I definitely need to get back to this one.

Love this race director. He cares so much about every little detail of the race – before, during and after. And although the race course was changed due to covid-19, the cause did not get interrupted or side stepped. There were no excuses given only encouragement and expectations of what would come.

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Hello. I’m Aaron Burros, the Running Servant and wanted to share about my 50th Birthday Year Celebration Running of Marathons. I’m running 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 weeks benefiting St. Jude Children Research Hospital. Please take an opportunity to listen to the podcast TRENDS, BENDS and OPPORTUNITIES and read the article AARON’S AUDACIOUS GOALS and donate (links are at end).

“This past weekend, I ran the Daufuskie Island Marathon ON STEROIDS called the Skidaway Island Marathon. First and foremost let me say that the music selections were awesome, the bible reading was extremely refreshing and the prayer was very purposeful. The event, its director and volunteers and community along with the runners were awesome.

Going into race day I was YEAH YEAH YEAH; but during the race I was like ALL OF THE GLORY BELONGS TO YOU. So much is right about this race. If you want to connect with the creator of nature in the midst of a loving community, run Skidaway.

The race itself was an eclectic experience for me. Being able to run with others while pacing with a pacer was beautiful. Although we social distanced, just having pacers on the course was very encouraging for many. Talking and telling stories while stopping periodically to take pictures with others running the half marathon was a great experience. But around mile 7, the group fun came to an end — I would run the next 13 miles solo.
My pain was surprisingly sustainable. And while I can’t imagined the pain Aiden, Gabby and other young children go through daily from cancer, treatments and surgeries, I thought to myself this was akin to them having a good day. I made it to mile 20 with 45 minutes remaining of a strict 6 hour course time, leaving me with a 10K to run. This is when the emotional escalade ensues. Prior to being shot and sustaining glute muscle and soft tissue damage, a 10K wasn’t nothing but a breeze. Afterwards, running a 10K has become an hour plus ordeal. It would be at this moment that the anger in me rages against the machine which puts profit over people. I must stay focused.

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PODCAST INTERVIEW
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Craziness comes in many different distances when it comes to walking, jogging running or any combination of the three (I. E. Wogging – mixing of walking and jogging). Some are half crazy (13.1), others are full crazy (26.2) and a select are Ultra crazy (31.7 miles and above). Me? I use to be ultra crazy before I was the victim of a violent crime (shot several times), but now I’m just AUDACIOUS and maybe just A QUARTER crazy.

If you’ve been following me, more than likely you’ve read an article or listened to a podcast about my journey and plight. If not, you may want to read or listen by clicking on the link below —

Aaron’s Audacious Goal.
https://murfieldcoaching.com/2021/01/12/what-is-your-2021-audacious-goal/

If you are familiar with why I’m running 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 weeks to celebrate my 50th Birthday Year benefiting St. Jude Children Research Hospital, then you’ll know that I am no stranger to running and serving. This run of the quarter marathon was no different.

I was grateful and glad to have on the course with me a very dear friend and special lady. Although I am normally up and out at the races before the crowds arrive — I love helping behind the scenes — I rolled up on time for most but late by my standards to the race. The corrals were socially distanced and the temp was wonderful. The race was amazing all the way around. Baton Rouge is a great place to run, and the people were fantastic. It was a great experience and a special memorable moment for me in my run history.

I’d definitely recommend this race to anyone who is looking for a great overall experience. There’s nothing missing except the crowds of supporters due to Covid. But the love runners had for each other carried us.

Hello. I’m Aaron Burros, the Running Servant and wanted to share about my 50th Birthday Year Celebration Running of Marathons. I’m running 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 weeks benefiting St. Jude Children Research Hospital. Please take an opportunity to listen to the podcast TRENDS, BENDS and OPPORTUNITIES and read the article AARON’S AUDACIOUS GOALS and donate (links are at end).

“This past weekend, I ran the “Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter, Hump Back”. Bridge that was the TROUBLE over calm water Marathon – the Mississippi River Marathon. I won’t spend time speaking about the course of the race except for the Mississippi River bridge going from Arkansas to Mississippi made for vehicles and not people. It expands about 2.5 miles with the half marathon and 13 mile marker on the incline — who designed this? In the words of a famous poet, DON’T BE CRUEL, BECAUSE I WOULD NEVER BE THAT CRUEL TO YOU. Continuing upward and onward you come upon mile 14 slightly pass the top of the bridge — or is that mile 15. Anyway, all I know is that when I looked back, there was a curve as far as the eye could see much like looking at the edge of the earth. This is a bridge people, not a planet.

The final mile coming off the bridge renewed my sense of purpose making me strong and invigorating my desire to run on and run strong. This was sort lived as I realized being back on the flat earth that it was the gravity pulling me off the bridge and not my body running me off. It was time for my will to kick back in. After all, I ran the first 2 hours and 20 minutes nonstop. It would take me another 4 hours and 40 minutes to run the remaining 15.2 miles (just a little under a 25K).

There are many things to appreciate about running a marathon and finishing next to dead last. For one, I was able to film everyone beginning the race for both the Arkansas Half portion and the full marathon. But what simply amazed me was the police literally drove behind the last person the entire way. I was that last person for the first 8 miles, and I tell you the truth – Ole boy was jamming. In addition, you get to see the course in the aftermath of the pack and see just how much the production people and the volunteers truly care about the runners. I never ever, ever… ever… ever experienced police and first responders cheering you on and on and on. And despite the cold weather, the volunteers played a vital part in continuing to carry us thru. But I have to give mad shots… I mean shout outs to the family and friends of the house towards the end of the private gated community. Yeah, many took shots and beer from them but I wax filled with their spirit of encouragement and sacrifice of their pickle juice for a lady I was helping to finish her first marathon.

Somewhere between miles 15 and 16, there was a lady who was praying to the LORD Jesus for help with knowing how to work through the cramps in her legs. In speaking with her, I was able to access her condition, help her hydrate properly and get pickle juice in order to keep her in the race. I was feeling good and looking forward to finishing in 6 hours. But they don’t call me the Running Servant for no reason.

If you haven’t read about my story, please click on link at the bottom to catch up to understand my why. If you have read (or heard of me, then you know that I am a sucker for a runner in distress. Seriously, and I am being serious, it has been very humbling for me to get back to running on this level. I am grateful to my Heavenly Father for the opportunity to Run and Serve. The lessons I’m learning are priceless. People are my true medals for me to display on Monday and every day thereafter.

Runners on every level were hitting their goals.
My goal was just a goal, but I wasn’t out there for a personal goal — I was out there for Aiden, a young boy I previously met at a marathon, and for Gabby, my two year old great niece who was diagnosed with a cancerous growth on her kidney along with all the other children with cancer and other childhood diseases. #IRunforAiden and #GettingItForGabby was my why regardless if I had to crawl across the finish line —thank God I didn’t have to this time.

My pain was tolerable for me but may have been intolerable for others. I’m getting stronger, but so is the pain. And while I can’t imagined the pain Aiden, Gabby and other young children go through daily from cancer, treatments and surgeries, I kept pushing through until I crossed the finish line. But not only the one at the Mississippi River Marathon but also the goal of completing my 50th Birthday Year Celebration Running of Marathons benefiting St. Jude Children Research Hospital. And I’m hoping you will not only track me but help me to reach a goal that I need your help to meet (and exceed). I’m hoping to raise $50,000 for St. Jude. Please give what you purpose in your heart to give and share my need because you have a heart. Donate here:
http://heroes.stjude.org/runningservant

By donating, families never receive a bill from St. Jude. Thank you for joining me in supporting this great organization. God bless you and yours. I’ll see you all out on the course of life. Until then, run your race well.

A great warm up the day before the big day of Marathon running. I had a great time. I’ll tell more about the entire weekend after I finish the marathon. Here’s a video you may watch.
https://photos.app.goo.gl/rLVeFb1JVHFFrG4E6

Hello. I’m Aaron Burros, the Running Servant and wanted to share about my 50th Birthday Year Celebration Running of Marathons. I’m running 50 marathons in 50 states in 50 weeks benefiting St. Jude Children Research Hospital. Please take an opportunity to listen to the podcast TRENDS, BENDS and OPPORTUNITIES and read the article AARON’S AUDACIOUS GOALS and donate (links are at end).

“This past weekend, I ran the Daufuskie Island Marathon And Ultra, a hidden gem of a race located at the South of South Carolina a ferry ride across from Hilton Head Island. It was a very rewarding race that’s flat as a pancake with breathtaking views and a course made up of everything but concrete — trail shoes only needed if it were to rain. I definitely will run it again.

Going into race day I was excited about running my first live race for my birthday after Houston Chevron Marathon and Aramco Half went virtual — now it’s my 50th marathon for the state of Texas — and the Louisiana Marathon rescheduled behind the Covid–19 pandemic.

The day began before sunrise catching the ferry over to the Daufuskie Island and warming up with volunteers singing Happy Birthday to me, giving me a cinnamon role from the local bakery sponsor and heating up in the tented runner’s village. The atmosphere was calm, the runners were poised and the stage was set for an awesome race for many.

After mile eleven, I took a terrible fall (If you haven’t read about my story, please click on link at the bottom to catch up to understand) and would hobble across the half way mark thirty minutes beyond the 2.5 hours in which I planned on in order to run 05:05:50 for the marathon. When you consider what I’ve been through to get to this point, that’s a little bit reaching for me ; but this course is laid out in such a way that the impossible becomes possible. Plus the weather was perfect with no humidity.

Runners on every level were hitting their goals.
For the second loop, I could only walk in order to finish. My goal was just a goal, but I wasn’t out there for a personal goal — I was out there for Aiden, a young boy I previously met at a marathon, and for Gabby, my two year old great niece who was diagnosed with a cancerous growth on her kidney along with all the other children with cancer and other childhood diseases. #IRunforAiden and #GettingItForGabby was my why regardless if I had to crawl across the finish line.

My pain was very uncomfortable to say the least. And while I can’t imagined the pain Aiden, Gabby and other young children go through daily from cancer, treatments and surgeries, I kept pushing through until I crossed the finish line.

There were only a few other marathoners who finished behind me while every ultra marathoner had finished ahead of me. Tracy Tate and I began together and she crossed several minutes after to be the final runner off the course. The volunteers treated us as if we were the top male and female finishers — thank you all for the excellent job. Continue to be audacious. Like Arnold, “I’ll be back.”.

What is Your 2021 Audacious Goal?
https://murfieldcoaching.com/2021/01/12/what-is-your-2021-audacious-goal/

DIRECT DONATIONS
http://heroes.stjude.org/runningservant

TRACK MY RUNS
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PODCAST INTERVIEW
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