I apologize for my selfish lack of updates (yet again). Recovery has been physical and mental.
This race was, in a nutshell, the hardest thing I have ever done (physically) in my entire life. Hands down. Now, does it compare to chemo or radiation or nausea from chemo or anything else that a cancer patient goes through? Not even close.
Art, I'm sorry, I didn't see your comment until tonight!
It was a race day full of lessons learned, tears (happy and sad), survivors, celebration, fog, Tiffany & Co. necklaces, family, friends, and HILLS....woe is me, the hills...... And damn, it....was....tough.
However, I finished, I'm not injured (the ego might be a little bit bruised) and I'm still reeling from the emotions of the trip.
We had such a great trip, though- the race seemed almost like a secondary part- "Oh yeah! I'm running a marathon tomorrow!". We ate seafood, took cable car rides, went shopping (hellooooo, four-story Niketown!), ate more seafood, ran 26.2 miles, took ice baths, drank in an Irish Pub....it's all good.
I'm alive (and still training- Las Vegas Rock N' Roll Marathon is in 5 weeks! What was I thinking??)
Here are a few teaser pics until I provide my race report!
