There is no feeling quite as inspiring being at the finish line of a marathon.
And no feeling quite as pathetic as waking up the morning after, sore and weak, knowing that you were not one of the people who crossed the finish line.
That’s right, all I did was carry cases of water and I cannot hold it together this morning. Cannot lift my arms above my shoulders.
We had a full and busy weekend. I attempted a side bang (fail), had a few too many, reminisced about childhood (laser tag!) and fell asleep watching Lincoln (boooo-ring) while my two boys enjoyed a history lesson.
Let’s be clear, that runner is not me. It’s my good friend Katie, who finished her first Half Marathon this weekend. So proud of her!
Marathon’s are a strange thing. So many of the people crossing the finish line looked completely out of shape, and yet they weren’t. They had just accomplished something that I definitely couldn’t (today. maybe with some training I could).
And then, tragedy struck.
An older gentlemen crossed the finish line after completing the full marathon. His eyes rolled back in his head, he collapsed, and the medics found no pulse. Watching someone nearly die in front of you? That will shake you up quite a bit. Fortunately, they revived him and I read in the paper that he’s in stable condition.
It kind of made me wonder if some people just shouldn’t push their bodies that far. I definitely pondered the limitations of the human body for a bit, before eventually deciding to go for a run myself. I’m still working on learning to run even though I hate it, after Bri wrote such a guest post on the subject.
Lastly, RIP beard. And thanks, Nav, for shaving it half off and then scaring the crap out of me.
Hope you all had a lovely weekend! I’ll be over here complaining all day about how sore I am. In the mean time, allow Carly to keep you company.
Today I have the pleasure of introducing you to Carly from The Pinot Project. Carly is one of my favorites because the way she writes makes it feel like you are having a chat with one of your closest friends. Incidentally, she also has a tab just for her dog children, which is when I knew that we really would be close friends in real life.
She keeps it real as she ponders how blogging feels like a secret society (so true), the 5 worst kinds of gym-goers, and even made me a little worried about my own travel etiquette with this airport behavior post. She also recently celebrated her 31st birthday and shared some life lessons with us. Check out #30. That’s the one I need to work on most.