Recoverin’
I survived the marathon! Good for me.
More details to come on it tomorrow (because I have pictures courtesy of my amazing supportive fiancee and family), but let me just say that everyone everything says about running marathons — even the stuff that contradicts the other stuff — is absolutely true. I used to be trudging along on the treadmill and decide to fantasize about what it would take for an adult to burst into tears while they’re running, because I’d read stories about that and it seemed so strange to me.
Now I know! It’s all contradictory because it’s inexpressible, and in the end it comes down to your body and how you deal with it. Chatting about the race with someone at work today, she said to me, “Yeah, I imagine it’s like child labor that way.”
I nodded, and then she said, “No! Wait, I meant labor. Child birth! You know what I meant: how people say they’ll never do it again, and then forget how it hurts.”
“I know exactly what you mean,” I answered. “No matter how cheap the shirts are, child labor is such a pain.”
So don’t worry, I’m staying classy.
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