Medal Monday ~
What an exhilarating Saturday it was. The alarm sounded at 3:00 AM, and the excitement kicked in immediately. Getting ready to rock and roll felt absolutely incredible. The hour-long bus ride to the starting line brought its own fun. Sleep proved impossible, largely due to one very enthusiastic talker nearby, although the laughter and anticipation made up for it. During that ride, I looked over every single name on my bib. Names texted to me, shared in class, spoken by friends, loved ones, and community. The realization of what and who I was running for became overwhelming in the best possible way.
This race meant even more because earlier in May, after seeing my doctor, I genuinely did not know if I would be able to accomplish this goal. My heart was broken. A new adventure was on the line, and my knee was not cooperating. It felt like everything I trained for might slip away. Through the right rehabilitation, the correct training plan (KT TAPE), and a fierce determination to heal, I kept working. Mile by mile, day by day, my body began to respond. Crossing this finish line proved what I needed to hear: never give up on a goal. Heart, determination, and a powerful purpose can turn doubt into triumph.
Arriving at the tip of Door County for the start was breathtaking. Even in the darkness, the stars were shining, headlamps were glowing, and athletes were buzzing with energy everywhere. I chose not to do my signature star plank because so many runners were lined up capturing their own special moment at the start. I felt blessed simply standing there and absorbing the atmosphere. “SO INCREDIBLE!”
The gun went off, and pure adrenaline surged. I had been waiting to say it for months: “Mile 1 done, 49 to go.” The miles rolled forward with shared energy among fellow runners. We checked in with strangers who felt like teammates, exchanging smiles and encouragement. The scenery was absolutely stunning: autumn leaves, the fresh smell of nature, scenic roads that ranged from smooth and pleasant to… less so. Trails added adventure under our feet, and the volunteers were heroic. So many athletes noticed my bib and patted me on the back saying, “Go Jennah,” or “Go Team.” Some even told me they loved the purpose behind the run. Those moments fueled me.
Not every mile was easy. Tears came at times (athletes talking to me about my bibs), and cramps came with force. Pickle juice helped, although it also made me sick for a few miles. At one steep downhill, both hamstrings seized and I had to stop instantly. A fellow runner kindly offered to carry me, which made me laugh despite the pain. I thanked him, declined, and reminded us of both that every one of those 50 miles needed to be earned on two feet.
Cell service disappeared, so I could not update Facebook the way I hoped. My family did everything possible to track me, and I pushed forward remembering every name placed on my bib. Those individuals and families have walked harder roads than mine. Their battles against cancer gave me strength every single step. As a two-time cancer survivor (20 years Cancer free) I know the fight firsthand. Carrying their names truly helped me through every struggle. Thank you all for allowing me to honor and keep the memory of your friends and family who have battled cancer, are currently fighting, or are watching over us from above.
A very special thank you to my amazing husband I love you babes, my kids, and others for the early morning messages cheering me on. Thank you as well to my Mom, Bethanne, and Marie for waking up so early just to call, say “I love you,” and wish me good luck. I appreciate you all more than you will ever know. Your love and belief in me mean everything.
I cannot fully express the gratitude I have for my friends, my family, and my YMCA community for the support, love, and motivation they have poured into me throughout this entire journey. The Fall 50 was one of the most meaningful experiences of my life, and I am already looking forward to next year. I intend to return stronger, faster, and with even more names on my bib. More honor. More hope. More miles for Jennah and for everyone touched by cancer.
What an absolutely incredible day.
Now off to the next adventure…
