I just ran my first marathon last weekend! That’s right, the 42k, the 26.2, the whole shabang.
How was it?
Exciting, terrifying, exhausting, rewarding and thrilling.
…kinda like making through the end of a horror film.
Overall, it went better than I expected. My goal was to not walk (start low reach high right?) so I was just happy to finish the race without walking. The first 75% went great. I was cruising up until mile 18 and then things got rough. Real rough. The sun came out, the route turned solo, there was hardly any other spectators or runners around, and my stomach started hurting from all the GU energy packet things that I had consumed over the last few hours..Oooof. I fully regret choosing flavors such as espresso, peanut butter, chocolate and peanut butter (twice, really?), and vanilla.
I puked at the finish line. Not my proudest moment. But c’mon,…props for making it til the end right? Continue reading