How I felt after running 26.2 miles
As I ran the very last part of the race I remember feeling so happy, so happy I had made it. I was done. My legs didn’t seem to hurt as I flew down the bridge and under the finish sign. I was happy.
I saw the medals and the water. I wanted both. Then I wanted to find the quickest way out, so I could see Preston and the kids.
I saw two other people I knew (A guy Preston works with (he won 3rd in his age group, so awesome, this was his first full too!) and my boss’s wife (she did rockin’ too, it didn’t even look like she just ran a full marathon)) who had finished the full and they said, “did you get your finisher’s shirt? It’s right there you need that!” Yeah, I do kinda want that too. (:
I was so tired. I just wanted to sit down and drink water, and not get up for 3 hours. Then Preston and the kids came over with my mom-in-law and dad-in-law, my BFF from work, her husband and their kids, my sisters. It was just so nice of everyone. I hope I didn’t forget anyone. Everything was a daze.
I tell you right when I finished I was overwhelmed. Like completely overwhelmed. I was glad I was done, but it was so weird to realize I had just run 26.2 miles.
My head was spinning. I really couldn’t concentrate on anything.
1 hour after the race:
I was getting stiff. We didn’t stay long after I finished. Just enough time to eat a half banana and a half slice of cold pizza, drink a couple sips of water and get my medal engraved. The walk back to the car seemed long.
2 hours after the race:
I was feeling better since I had showered, but I was still stiff. My back didn’t hurt anymore. My feet and legs were tired. And my throat hurt.
3 hours after the race:
We ate dinner, gourmet-style. Good ol’ Taco Bell. I’ll tell you that bubbly pepsi was so delicious. I love carbonation. The hot sauce was burning my throat, but I was pretty hungry. Mmmmm.
6 hours after the race:
I drank a little water and ate some banana chips (Preston picked them up for me from Walgreens, they’re my favorite kind of banana chips and I don’t get them often because I love them too much) while I was writing my mile-by-mile race recap.
7 hours after the race:
I was soaking in an epsom salt & chamomile hot bath. It was heaven for my sore quads. I tried to suck down 20 ounces of water while I soaked. I realized I hadn’t had any liquids, except for a big glass of Pepsi. Oops.
9 hours after the race:
I had chugged another 20 ounces of water and was ready for bed. I took some ibuprofen and still I didn’t sleep well, I kept waking and my leg would ache when I tightened up my foot. With all of the water I’d had, I was out of bed about 3 times to pee. Ugh. I was stiff and had to roll out of bed. Haha.
Morning after the race:
Things were definitely tight… like, the back of my legs, shoulders and back. But, the worst was my underarms! They were killing me from the skin chafing. STUPID PHONE CASES!
Pretty awesome, huh? Running does hurt. “This is your moment. Celebrate the pain” That’s quote is so perfect for me right now.
I’m medicating with coconut oil, triple antibiotic and lots of vitamin D3 pills. I am not, however, EVER using the cream I tried last night. I don’t even know what it was, but it said it was for burns and rashes like poison ivy and stuff. Sounds good, right? Hell no, not good at all. After I rubbed it on I wanted to punch Preston in the throat for buying it. It burned like hell. And, apparently because I’m a glutton for punishment, I went ahead and rubbed it on the other arm. Why? Why did I do that?!? As if running a marathon wasn’t hard enough, now I’m going to burn my armpits with this satan cream.
Oh and baby powder. That stuff is like heaven, but it makes a helluva mess.
24 hours after the race:
I’m completing this post 24 hours after the race and I’ll tell you I’m feeling pretty good. Except for the armpits, those may never feel the same again. Don’t worry Mom, I’m just exaggerating for reader appeal. They’ll clear right up in a couple days. I’m sure of it.
I feel better when I move around. If I sit longer than 30 minutes at a time, it’s hard getting up. As Dad would say, “It’s hell getting old.” (:
Well, an Ultra Marathon, duh. Kidding. Totally kidding. I don’t think I’ll ever, ever run more than 26.2 miles ever again. My plans are beating my first half marathon time in the spring race. I think I can do it. Will I ever do another full marathon? As of right now, I have no desire. But, I will never say never.
As for the advice, that will come in another post, so check back soon!