As much as I initially wanted to recap every mile, and every picture, the more I tried to write it, the less I could make it happen.
Overall, the weekend was better than I imagined. I got to meet an awesome group of Twitter friends, got to see some wonderful friends from work who I hadn’t seen in a year, spent time with family that I don’t see often, got to see a family friend who ran Dopey, and enjoyed the fact that the Dolphin had a candy shop in the lobby 😊
The marathon was amazing. I loved almost every minute of it. Karen and I did a great job of running it how we had trained, and rather than try to do more than our bodies were ready to, we had fun. We took pictures with characters, we stopped to stretch if we needed to, and made sure my injury didn’t swell to the point of breaking the skin.
What injury? Oh that would be the black eye I got when a fellow runner was being overly aggressive near a character stop. We’d slowed and turned to talk to the Cast members who were working the line, and she ran into me, knocking her head into my eye. Here’s the fantastic progression from a few minutes post-hit to yesterday (a full week later).
I would not let that keep me from finishing the race, so we continued on. I stopped for ice at one point, and got some anti-bacterial ointment to make sure the small cut near my eye didn’t get infected from the sweat dripping into it. Thankfully, the sun was out at this point, so my sunglasses kept all pics looking normal.
Minnie & Daisy
I was surprised throughout the race that I had very few aches and pains. My toes went numb fairly early in the race, and by the later miles they began to cramp, a lot. By mile 24, my hips had tightened up, which was rough, but in the last mile, Karen and I both were able to put our pain behind us, and just go!
I’m still in a weird state of disbelief that it happened. And definitely have marathon depression. The whole weekend was an overload of emotion, and no matter how much rest and recovery I gave myself, it’s been extremely hard to get back to a normal life.
I’ve forced myself to take a week off from running, or even hard cross-training. Yesterday I went back to Unite Fitness and realized how dead my legs are, which made it all worse. I realize how much I’ve put my body through but I’m ready to take it back. I’m going to force myself to stay with my clean eating, and get a ton of sleep, because let’s be honest, sleep was not as plentiful as it should have been for the last several months.
So, I’m sorry this isn’t the big cheerful race recap you were probably expecting. It was an amazing day, that in all reality, I remember a few pieces of really well, but most of it is a blur. All I know, is that it felt amazing, and I can’t wait to do another one.
Anyone else have toe numbness/cramping during marathons?
What about marathon depression? How did you deal with it?
Does anyone remember their races well enough to write a full recap unless they do it that day?