Well, it's done. And of my three marathons this year, my finish time sits right in the middle.
I had 2 3/4 hours of sleep the night before. Needless to say, although I gave all I had, I was not at my best because of this.
We walked over a mile to get to the start. (and we walked the same distance back to our hotel after the race)
The sunrise was beautiful.
They ran out of cups for the water/gatorade stops at mile 21. Volunteers were kind enough to pour water into the mouths of thirsty runners.
I really really really thought I was going to vomit at three different points.
I love the comradery of Marathon Maniacs.
I thought about how amazing it would feel to lie in bed in my husband's arms tonight and seriously, that is what got me through the tough parts of the race. Imagining that comfort and hastening myself toward it.
Two people died today- one 21 year old man and one 40 year old man. Both had heart attacks at or very close to the finish.
My friends (one of whom ran her first marathon today) danced to live Salsa music after the race was over. It was a great way to celebrate this victory.
Part of me wants to improve and continue to conquer this distance, and part of me never ever ever ever ever ever wants to do a marathon again. (I did not state anything like the latter after my first two, for the record.)