Whew...what a run. I think I am still sweating and breathing hard.
I do know that I am sitting here with bruises on the balls of both feet and shallow, painful blisters on my right heel.
But we finished...1/2 marathon (13.1 miles) on Saturday. Very cold 3am wake-up call. 20,000 runners. There were big ones and little ones, young ones and old ones, one with a walker and at least one with a prosthetic leg (yes, we beat her and the old-man walker dude...but just barely.) This race was particularly difficult for me. I was sick, fighting a fever and making sure the pepto was not far away...I did not want to end up like this dude (warning, not for the feint of heart or stomach).
The full marathon (26.2 miles) was attacked and finished on Sunday. The 3am wake-up call was just as early, but not as cold. I had cold sweats all night and was not feeling great, but popping Tylenol immediately and keeping it coming every 6 miles allowed me to be in a much better mood for the longer run.
It was a good feeling to finish. We were sore and had bruises/blisters, but we were done and had accomplished something very few have. We are proud of that.
Claire and I are off to the mountains for the weekend with a couple of friends and a bus load of High School seniors. Skiing is on the docket, but so is teaching about the flammability of powdered creamer and flatulence.
Thanks for the words of worry that I had not posted in a week. We are alive and will have more next week...including some pictures (gotta make mom and soon-to-be mom-in-law happy) and the Top 10 things I said during the runs...I promise to include words like nipples, grundle and jiggliness.
I also promise to finish the last 6 days from the 12-Days of Christmas gifts that Claire gave me.