Yesterday, Jen posted about how hard it can be to get back into the swing of things post-marathon. It’s all too easy to “take it easy,” since you just achieved such a monumental goal.
I’m glad that I had the late-August duathlon scheduled, so it at least kept me trying to hit a workout plan. The last few weeks have been rough, but they would have been, post-marathon or not.
Still, I’m finding it tough to get myself up at 5 am to get my workout in before work, and frequently, the time period between 3 and 6 pm is my most painful of the day in terms of fibro flare-ups, so it’s usually tough to crank myself up for a workout after 6 pm (usually not home till 5:45pm).
Last night, thanks to Jen‘s post, I remembered that I had ordered my marathon photos, but had not yet downloaded them. When I looked at them, I rememembered all the emotions, and the strength, and the perseverance, and the dedication. And I realized: even a fraction of my scheduled workout for the day is better than no workout. At least taking the dog for a walk, which she definitely needs. Sean was a doll and spent a couple of hours fixing the power supply on the treadmill in the basement so that I can use it again. Even if I just go downstairs and walk for a half-hour, that’s better than nothing. I often find that if I can just get changed into workout gear, I’ll go workout. Maybe that’s the thing: come home and change out of my work clothes and into workout gear. That should help.
So, here are my marathon photos. I was a hot mess that day, fashion-wise. I look like a goofball (but I had enough water for 26.2 miles, so I’ll sacrifice what little fashion sense I have for practicality). Still, the smile on my face after I got my medal is priceless, as is the emotion on my face at the finish line.
Before the race, with a Canadian mother-and-daughter marathon walking duo from Thunder Bay, Ontario, who finished 2 minutes ahead of me. I need to learn to walk faster! (I know how to racewalk… just didn’t have the stamina to do it at the end of the race!). The exposure is blown out, but it’s the best I’ll look in any of these photos!
Out on the course with Sarah, who kep me going for most of the last 10 miles.
Smiling as I traverse the last 0.2 miles, in the best finisher’s chute I’ve ever seen (with Sean valiantly running beside me, though you can’t see him in the photos…). I had several points in the chute where I was having to choke back tears… it was very emotional.
At the finish line, filled with relief that I was done, amazement that I’d made it, and pride in my achievement (cue the tears, immediately after this photo was taken).
Finally finished with 26.2 miles, and finally composing myself for a smile after a few tears of joy. The gentleman behind me in the red was part of a husband/wife team walking the marathon, both in red shirts. They were ahead of me for quite a while, but I sprinted (or what passed for sprinting, after that many hours on the course) at the end. Still, they helped keep me on course near the end, before Sean found me and walked & ran me into the finish.
And a photo op with Sarah (who was probably relieved she didn’t have to hear about my dog anymore, after 7-8 miles walking with me).
It’s hard to believe it’s been more than a month since the marathon. If I can manage to get my weight/fitness level under control and manage a faster pace over longer miles and avoid tendonitis flareups, I would love to do another marathon. It was an amazing experience. So, if I don’t manage to lose any more weight or get faster or avoid the tendonitis flareups for the last 10 miles, I’ll stick w/ half-marathons as my long distance, and fondly remember my marathon. It may have taken me 6:46:57, but I completed a marathon before the course limit, and I’ll always smile when I think about hearing the crowd cheering as I approached the finish line.