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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

48 more marathons to go.

Next up is the Philly Marathon in November!! I've never been to Philly, this should be fun!!

Believe in the run ♥ Run the first part with your head, the middle part with your personality, and the last part with your heart ♥

State #2: Illinois, Chicago Marathon, 2009

 
Chicago is such an amazing city.  My mom and two aunts, Cindy and Judy, came along for the adventure.  We explored the whole city a few days before the marathon.  There was so much stuff to do.  We took a double decker bus to the Navy Pier which was my favorite spot.  

this is what mile 24 looks like.
The weather was absolutely freezing the whole time we were there, especially being right near Lake Michigan.  The forecast for the marathon was a chance of snow showers and the temperature was around 30 degrees with a very crazy cold wind chill.  I had to buy spandex at Dick's Sporting Goods because I was not prepared for it to be so cold.  There were 65,000 runners, the ultimate thrill for someone who loves running.  It was so amazing.  At the start, I talked to a medical student from the Chicago Medical School.  It was her very first marathon and she was very nervous, but extremely excited.  Her family couldn't be at the race, because they all lived in India, but she was telling me how she uses Skype to keep in touch with them.  I gave her some good luck wishes and told her to enjoy the ride.  Then we were off! It took 23 minutes to get across the start line because there were so many runners.  Sweats were being thrown up in the air and music was blasted.  Spectators were everywhere.  The course was awesome.  It was flat and went through the most popular Chi-town spots: Magnificent Mile, Greektown, Little Italy, and Chinatown.  The fans were fabulous, there were different groups of spectators at every mile marker...high school cheerleaders and bands.  The first 7 miles went by so quickly and I felt great.  The enthusiasm of everyone at the marathon was contagious.  At mile 20, I was a hurtin unit, I got some tape from the medical tent and had my knee taped up...good ol' IT Band Syndrome was kickin in.  Then there was the Nike+ Powersong Zone which helped me soo much!! 

 

Nike had this huge tunnel with big flatscreens, I could see myself running (not that I really wanted to at mile 20), but it was neat.  The song was "I Got a Feeling" by the Black Eyed Peas...great running song.  At Mile 24,  I talked to two other runners from Chicago who had been doing the marathon since they were young and volunteering at it since a young age.  Some random guys had beers and jello shots that they were giving out to runners.  The girls and I opted for the jello shots, hey we only had 2 miles left to go and we weren't going to be setting any world records.  Damn, those jello shots were good and exactly what we needed.  I vaguely remember the last mile, I just remember that my body was in shock and tears of happiness started to stream down my face.  When I finished, my mom and aunts found me after being so concerned about my whereabouts while I was running.  Then I went back to the hotel room and crashed.  I didn't want food or a shower, I just wanted to sleep.
made it!
approaching mile 20

good morning, 6am at the start line.

State #1: Maine, Mount Desert Island Marathon, 2008

Jenny biked all 26.2 miles along my side :) Special thanks to Jenny Penny for giving me gatorade and listening to me moan and groan the last 6 miles!



my first marathon!
After my father passed away, I didn’t do anything for days.  I gave up what I loved the most.  I gave up on running.  I felt like my dad was no longer there to cheer me on at college track and cross-country meets.  I didn’t realize he would always be there.  I decided to employ a coping mechanism and way to my memorialize father’s life.  Running became my outlet.  I wasn’t looking to set a record time, I just wanted to finish.  My dad’s attitude in life wasn’t to be the best, but to try your hardest and to give it all you’ve got.  I chose Mount Desert Island as my first marathon because my father grew up in Southwest Harbor, Maine.  I spent many summer days with my grandparents and him there.  The course itself is very challenging with rolling steep hills.  Once I registered, I knew my life would be never be the same.                           

It was a cool, crisp October day and I was very nervous but excited to run.  Weeks before the race, I had a t-shirt screen-printed with the picture below.  My dad gave me this picture in 1992, when I was six years old.  I stepped up to the line of runners after warming up.  Many runners came up to me and gave me a hug, pat on the back, or shared their losses with me.  I specifically remember one man who came up to me and showed me a pin of his daughter who passed away at a very young age from leukemia.  I felt inspired.  I felt honored.  I was so fortunate to have my father for twenty years.  Before I knew it the gun went off and we were well on our way.                   
                                              
Along the course, there were several spots that made me think of my dad and the fun times we shared together. I talked to many runners and ran alongside runners from out of state, first time marathoners, and experienced marathoners. Everyone had their own story. Everyone had their own reason for running. The most challenging part of the race was the last mile when I passed the house my dad grew up in on Main St. in Southwest Harbor. I had tears of happiness, joy, and sadness. Through the pain of running for over five hours, I knew he was with me. I could almost feel my dad giving me the extra push and saying “thank you Bethy, I love you.” When I reached the finish line, I cried with my mom, aunt, and friend Jen who biked the marathon with me. The pain and feeling of accomplishment from finishing a marathon is addictive. The morning after the marathon, several marathoners were staying at our hotel, Acadia Inn in Bar Harbor and sharing their marathon stories. One man was talking to the race director, Gary Allen, about how he had finished fifty marathons, one in each state of the United States...what an awesome way to see the United States. It was amazing to hear him talk.  This is how “50 for Billy” began.


CROW ATHLETICS

Doin' it for you Dad-50 Marathons, 50 States

"Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal, love leaves a memory that no one can steal."

On September 1, 2006, my father suddenly passed away.  I was only twenty years old when I lost my best friend.  The loss of my father motivated me to run 26.2 miles in his memory. My goal is to run one marathon in each state for my Dad and for myself.  I hope this motivates you to find a positive and active way to cope with the loss of a loved one.  Who will you run for?


A special thanks to my law school friend Norm for the name "50 for Billy."

Thank you to all of my friends and family who have been there for me and continue to support me through many miles.   It wouldn't be the same without you.
last sox game w/dad. (dad, me, cousin michala)
50 is the number.




OLD ORCHARD BEACH — William Mason Trask, “Billy T.,” 51, died unexpectedly at his home in Old Orchard Beach on Sept. 1, 2006. He was born in Caribou in 1955, the beloved child of the late Rev. Joseph Mason Trask and Elizabeth MacDonald Trask of Southwest Harbor.
He attended Lenox School, winning the G. Gardner Monks Award, and graduated from Vermont Academy, winning the Shanaham Cup. He graduated from Nasson College with a bachelor’s degree in political science in 1978, earning the Senior Cup for outstanding leadership and scholarship.
He worked for Honeywell, Inc., and later for the Department of Defense on the “Star Wars Project,” doing security work in Kwajalien, Marshall Islands. Bill was also employed as human resources manager for James River Corporation in Old Town and for General Signal Corporation in Pittsfield. During the middle to late 1980s, he was employed at Liberty Mutual and Gallagher-Bassett Services, both in Portland. Bill was very interested and active in politics, working on several political campaigns. He also tirelessly fought for equal rights for the mentally ill in federal court and in the Maine Legislature.
The light of his life were his twin children, Robert and Elizabeth, whom he was very proud of and loved dearly. He was a very caring and involved dad, and was always there to cheer on his kids. He never missed a game or school event, and also coached basketball, baseball and volunteered with his son’s Boy Scout troop. Bill always loved to entertain, and his barbecues were not to be missed. He enjoyed his summer and the beautiful nature of Mount Desert Island. Some of his favorite activities included hiking, fishing, golfing and being with friends and family.
Bill passionately loved the Boston Red Sox from the age of 5 until the day he died. He could always be seen proudly wearing a Red Sox hat or jacket. Trips to a Red Sox game with Bill were adventures not to be forgotten. While traveling on the turnpike, many times he would pay the toll for the car behind him as an act of kindness. On trips to Boston, a stop at the Hilltop Steak House was a must, and a stop at Kowloon’s was essential on the way home. He insisted on arriving at Fenway Park at least three hours before the game started to mingle with the crowd. He was always an enthusiastic fan, and to be sitting near Bill in the stands was a hoot for all. He was a trivia buff of sports and American history.
His heroes were John Wayne and Red Sox legend Tony Conigliaro, whose life and times were admired by Bill for his tenacity and resilience. Bill lived his life to the fullest and his strong faith in God helped him through many dark times. He is now at peace.
Bill is survived by his twin children, Robert Joseph and Elizabeth Mary, and his former wife and friend, Suzanne Lord Trask. He also leaves several aunts, uncles, and cousins on Mount Desert Island and in Massachusetts.