Hi gang!
Well, I'm no longer sore after Sunday's marathon, but I have a bit of a confession: I think that I am becoming a marathon addict.
Sunday's race was pretty miserable - hot, humid, and with a 30-40 mph headwind (!!!) which made running uber-hard. People were crashing* right and left, and many people posted their slowest times ever in a race because of the conditions. I added 15 minutes onto my San Antonio time, but only because I said "to heck with this" and walked (albeit quickly) the last few miles. Afterward, it hurt to move. But by Monday, I was planning for the next one. Isn't this how addicts get started?
I guess I'm just hooked on that endorphin high! And I highly recommend it!
Lisa
* By crashing, I mean running out of energy and giving up. I, only the other hand, crashed literally at mile 10 - when I tripped, fell, skinned my knees and palms and bruised the #$*@ out of myself. I rolled through the fall though, got right back up, and kept running which prompted someone to look at me and say approvingly "Tough girl!" - darned straight! An aid station several miles later patched me up, though, and I finished despite my battle wounds!
** On a serious note, one runner - a woman only a year older than me and from my hometown - died at mile 21. A quick prayer for her family, which will be without her this Christmas, would be appreciated I'm sure.
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The "Tough Girl" compliment would have been enough of a reward for me - in my head - I'd have already finished the race! YOU ROCK!
KICK BUTT!
Women who roar sound like YOU.
(That's awful about the death during the run. What a horrible Christmas they'll have.)
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