So my two week come down from the Marathon is over. Sweet Alanis Morissette beat me by a little over an hour, finishing at 04:28:45. You can do the math as the were I ended up. But the main point is I finished and am very much alive. I’m just as surprised as you are.
You learn a lot about yourself when you run 26 plus miles in the big apple. For instance no matter how much you think you’ve trained there is no way I can possible explain the ungodly pain you will feel during and after. By about mile 18 I was running on empty, pun intended.
I had trained and planned on running 5 miles and then walking 1. Rinse and repeat. But the excitement of it all got to me and I set out at a slow steady pace and didn’t walk until about mile 10. My mistake wasn’t deviating from the plan, it was walking at all. Once I started walking my body turned on me for doing such awful things to it. Every muscle in my body started to tighten up and pretty much decided it was done for the day. Starting back up running was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But I was alright till about mile 17 when I decided to stop again. At that point my body said “F you Joe we’re not running again”. The last 8 miles of the marathon were miserable. Well, the last 2 miles in central park with everyone cheering were pretty awesome and I’m not going to lie, I got a little misty when I crossed the finish line but other then that I’d call it hell on earth. The quarter mile you have to walk to get your bags and meet up with your family sucked big time to say the least.
So I had the wife carry around a Dogfish Head 60 minute IPA with her all day in a bag of ice for my victory beer. By the time I found her though the only thing I wanted to do was sit on a set of stairs I found. There was no beer going inside my belly. Water and Gatorade on the other hand, that I downed by the bucket full. My big plans of going out for food and beer were replaced by sitting in the tub and ordering Chinese food. The taste of victory is so sweet!
So there it is, months of training and drinking in the books. Based on my original estimate I consider myself a winner. Coming in an hour behind Alanis is far and away better then I thought I would do. Would I do it again? Well I just entered the lottery so I’ll decide that if I get in.
Joe 1 Alanis 0. ZING!