On Saturday I ran my first marathon. My roommate and my fiance ran it too. My roommate, Meesh, ran it in 4 hours and six minutes. For her first marathon that is incredible! It took me and Kalyn 5 hours and 20 minutes. Not bad for the first either. Let me tell you, running 26.2 miles is no easy task. It takes months of preparation for hours a week. You have to learn to manage your time really well. Kalyn and I went to see "The Hunger Games" later in the day after we were done running. On our way out of the movie we looked like a couple of old gimps. On an average day if I was hurting that much I would have leaned a lot of my weight on Kalyn or he would've just carried me to the car, but since he was in just as much pain as I was, we had to slowly hobble out of the theater and across the parking lot. While we were shuffling our way to the car Kalyn turned to me and said, "So this is what we will look like when we are 80." We both laughed so hard that I almost had to stop walking, because when you can't bend your knees or stand up straight, laughing and walking at the same time is a difficult task.
Today is Tuesday and my legs still hurt, but I can almost walk like a 20-year-old again. A couple hours ago I was looking at the race results. I discovered that if I ran just a little slower than my pace from high school cross country, I would have been in the top ten runners of the 10K, and the top 25 of the 5K, male or female. I couldn't help but think to myself, "What the heck did I run a flipping marathon for? I should have run the 6-mile race and won it!" Not to mention the fact that my legs would feel completely better by now and I could go out and run again. Perhaps next year...
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