After the race, I hobbled around the finishers area for a while. I made sure to take all the photos I wanted and enjoy the moment before heading back to my hotel room.
You got free pizza and two free beers if you raced. I was so tired and depleted and the hot salty pizza and cold carbonated beer tasted so good. I know this isn’t the prettiest food photo, but it was phenomenal in the moment.
They had live music so I sat and listened to that for a while and then hobbled back to my car. I was a little afraid I wouldn’t remember where I left it so many hours ago, but it was easy to find.
I got back to my hotel, and my coach had said to take an ice bath (UGH!).
It was so hard to get in to! That said, if the level of soreness was the way I felt with an ice bath, I don’t even want to know what I would have felt like without one.
After that, I realized I could make a flight home that night instead of Sunday morning. I decided to hop on that flight instead and go home. It just wasn’t worth it to wait around all night by myself.
I had a glass of wine and a burrito at the airport.
I drove to John’s house and stayed with him for Saturday night. I missed my Bennie dog so much! And John got me chocolate chip cookies.
We turned on the TV and I immediately passed out on the couch. I woke up an hour or so later and got a small taste of how sore I would be the next day.
Laying in bed, my core muscles, biceps (probably from holding my arms up), back, neck and quads were tender to the the touch. I slept hard, and woke up feeling very stiff.
You guys, I’ve never experienced soreness like this in my life. It was definitely clear the toll running downhill had taken.
I had really wanted a burger with fries the night before, but didn’t get one as I was flying home. So I made sure to do that Sunday night.
I also had some wine and a cookie 🙂
When I stopped by the store to get the bottle of wine, I just got a split (half size bottle). I thought it looked funny in my cup holder haha.
I am so so happy to have achieved my goal of qualifying for Boston 2018 with this race! It was a great lesson in what I can do, and also how tough it is to RACE two marathons a month apart. I know it could have gone very wrong, but you never know until you try.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
With love, gratitude, and daring greatly,