Holy crap the last two weeks have been crazy! Flying Pig was AMAZING. Every single person I met there was amazingly kind and friendly. In every restaurant we went to the staff was friendly, stuck around for conversation, and made a point to say goodbye when we left. I first thought this was a ploy for a bigger tip, but when we (finally) had repeat visit to a brewery, our waiter from before came up to say hello and ask what we had seen of the city. It was such a change from Philly, and Steph didn’t want to leave.
The race? HARD. I think this was the hardest marathon I’ve ever run. Its also the hilliest marathon I’ve ever run. I had been working hard on my ability to run hills, and I made a lot of progress, but what I hadn’t counted on was the run AFTER the hills. The first 13 miles were all up hill. I finished those fine, but the last 13 miles…oof. The back of my quads were spasming and I felt like I couldn’t pick up my legs. I must have looked bad because several people asked if I was ok. BUT I FINISHED! 4:31, and you know what? I’m proud of it. I ran a hard course and I would have done worse if I hadn’t sucked it up and trained on hills.
It was raining on the course, which felt nice and refreshing, but afterwards I was freezing balls until I found Steph. (Ps. the finish line recovery area was under a bridge and they had chandeliers hanging from the underside. I wish I had a camera because it was classy. I waited under the bridge for Steph which prompted my brother to make “I am the marathoner under the bridge raaaawr” jokes).
Anyway, as we were limping our way back to the hotel we struck up a conversation with a woman walking our way (again, very friendly people out in Cincinnati) who then offered us a ride. Nice people! They do exist!
We recovered from the marathon with some wonton broth before napping and going out for dinner. Breakfast the next day was posh Belgium waffles at a cafe where we kicked ourselves later for not getting mimosas.
I brought my medal to work on Tuesday and EVERYONE was excited to hear how it went, and they were all VERY impressed with the medal (it was a sweet fucking medal). I was surprised that anyone would care that much. Usually people give the “hmm, thats nice” but my coworkers couldn’t shut up about it! They aren’t bad people.
Now I’m starting to work on my biking and swimming. Ironman is 427 days away!!