| Post Marathon re-knee-cap |
[Oct. 23rd, 2006|05:20 pm] |
summary: 26.2 miles is hard.
My feet hurt. My knees hurt. My calves hurt. My hips hurt.
I finished in 5:59:19, which is good, cause I wanted to finish in under 6 hours, but really I just wanted to finish. Kevin, Nora and Margaret are rock stars for running with me the whole time. Kevin is especially a rock star for pulling me in a Radio Flyer wagon for 25.8 miles.
Everyone who came out to cheer us on is awesome.
This was the hardest thing I've ever done.
I never want to drink another sip of lemon/lime Gatorade. Seriously, I don't even want to go into a store that stocks it. Would it kill them to make ONE aid station fruit punch?
Trapper got a donut? I want a donut. Where were the donuts? If I knew there were donuts, I would have run faster, or at least made Kevin pull me faster.
My wife rocks for making me go out and train, even when I didn't want to (which was pretty much all the time).
Running is not fun, and never will be, and people who think it is fun are crazy. I had fun running the marathon. |
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