I'm sure I'll be doing this for several days...but I thought of more stuff to post that I had forgotten about earlier.
1. What was up with all the people running and talking on their cell phones?? I can barely walk and talk on the phone at the same time, much less RUN!
2. I wish I knew more about Blogger so that I could post my training stats, etc. (I know...not totally marathon related...)
3. I ate too much post-race (bagel, banana, apple, orange, powerade, beer...then on to dinner where I had a cheeseburger, fries (which I NEVER eat), moo shu egg roll appetizer, 2 more beers, some chocolate cake, and coffee.) Needless to say I woke up at 11:30pm sick as a dog. I felt much better after my body decided it didn't want to digest all of that food. Notes taken for next marathon: there is no need to gorge.
4. When I woke up, sick, at 11:30pm I thought it was the day before and panicked because I thought I still had to run the marathon.
5. My legs don't feel so bad. Maybe it will come in a few days??
6. It was comforting to meet all the RBFers before the marathon. I think that is what made me so calm. I saw that they had gotten through it before (some many times!) and it just made it seem easy to me when I listened to them talk.
7. I truly learned so much through all of this. I realized that I haven't given myself enough credit over the years, and that I am capable of anything!
8. I'm still hurt that no one in my family called to wish me good luck or tell me congratulations. I finally broke down and called most of them. Their excuses as follows:
My sister said she thought it was the same thing as Relay for Life and that it was over with several weeks ago. When I told her no, that Relay for Life was something different, her response was "well, then what would possess you to run 26 miles?"
My brother said he thought it was next week. (Although I give him props for answering the phone "What's up runner girl?")
My mother didn't have any excuses, but was willing to listen to my report of the whole thing and act semi-interested. She always wanted me to be a doctor so when I told her that there were more doctors in this world than marathon runners, she got a little excited and couldn't wait to go to work and tell everyone that 33% of her children did something remarkable (her words, not mine...and sorry to my brother and sister!) I don't know if the doctor vs runner thing is true, but it sounded good at the moment.
My grandmother seemed truly happy to hear that we finished. I didn't expect her to call, as she is 80 and only able to make calls when she wants something...woops...did I just say that?
I haven't called my father, and really don't plan on it. One of the above can tell him all about it. The day before I left I went out and bought him a card to congratulate him on 2 months of not smoking. It said "You get a gold star in my book". I'm afraid if I call him I'll ask him for the gold star back.
I took my 5 year old nephew to swim lessons this evening. He loves to run and has ridden his bike along side of me while I've run. I thought it was a perfect opportunity to introduce him to the concept of the long-distance runner. Remember, I don't have any children of my own so I didn't really know what I was getting myself into. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Pete, I ran a really long way on Sunday. Kindof like running all the way from your house to my house. Isn't that neat?
Pete: So did you run for a thousand hours or something?
Me: Well, sortof. Kindof like running all day. Like when you were at school all day, I was runninng.
[At this point I'm realizing that this may not have been such a good way to start the conversation.]
Pete: So, did you win?
Me: Well, everyone's a winnner (c'mon guys...I don't have any kids...I thought he would get it).
Pete: Everyone can't be a winner. Someone has to come in first.
Me: Well, I didn't come in first. I came in about number 9,000.
Pete: So, you beat someone right?
Me: Well, yes and no. I ran faster than some people but I didn't come in first.
Pete: Did you beat Mr. Troy?
[At this point I'm realizing I need to end this conversation]
Me: Yes...I did....(and sorry Troy!)
Pete: Well, I know that's not true because girls never beat boys.
It was at that point that I realized that I was making a feeble attempt to get a pat on the back by someone in my family...and sadly I had resorted to the 5 year old who always thinks his aunt is cool. I'm sure he still thinks that I'm cool, but more likely for the minature San Diego coffee mug I brought him back, and not that I ran 26 miles....