Fortunately for me, my dad and I are related, so that means there is hope for me to one day achieve that level of excellence in writing. That doesn't really help Eric, but he hates writing anyway.
|My dad's first spectating experience,|
my first marathon in 2010
Monday morning I had another lovely 4:30 am wakeup call, and a 6am flight back to Baltimore. A lot of people I talked to expressed shock that I was getting up so early the day after a marathon and going to work. The truth is, until athletic companies are willing to consider marathoners that come in closer to the 4 hour mark than the 2 hour mark "elites", deserving of sponsorships, I am forced to work for a living. So there I was Monday morning, expected to carry out the same responsibilities as everyone else who hadn't been rubbing Butt Paste onto their feet at 4am the day before as part of their hobby. So. Brave.
My quads were pretty sore, at the level where I have to grab something to pull myself up from a sitting position. Nothing else really hurt though. I feel that means I didn't really push hard enough in the race. I guess I knew that since I ran the first half much slower than the second (based on feel) because of the humidity, but it's still an annoying reminder. Or maybe wearing my calf sleeves just worked miracles.
Do you crave any specific foods after a race? Especially foods that you don't normally eat?
Have you done anything OMGSOBRAVE lately?