I've been putting off writing this post for a while. I've just been feeling meh about the marathon. And it's not the post-marathon blues. I've been feeling this since the marathon.
I was expecting an epiphany when I crossed the finish line, a life-changing moment. A "Yeah, I ran a marathon! I can do anything!" feeling. The only thing I felt when I crossed that line was relief, relief that I could stop running.
So yeah, underwhelmed completely sums up the whole experience for me.
Some things I learned:
* The energy of the crowd WILL NOT carry you. It might for some. But it annoyed the shit out of me. I hated running with a ton of other people. It pissed me off. I vowed to myself that my next marathon will be a small race.
* Yes, that's right. I will be doing another marathon. As much as I complained about this one, the run itself wasn't that bad.
* Hills are fun for runs that are 6 miles or less. It is torture for anything over that. I ran my neighborhood 3 mile hilly route on Saturday and it was a piece of cake. I even ran it easy and still came in at one of my fastest times for this route. I kept thinking about that horrible 26.2 miles of hills and was so happy and grateful to just be doing 3.
* My phone kicks ass. It lived off and on in my sweaty back pocket for 5+ hours and came out like a champ.
* I am beyond grateful the support of my family and friends. Martin drove me there in the morning. And drove back to come get me. And even though I fell asleep on the way back, I know that traffic was horrendous. My friend, Lisa was super awesome in sending me messages to get through my long runs. And it was fun meeting her and hashing out all our fears and excitement the night before the race.
So this time, the rainbow was definitely worth so much more than the pot of gold.
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