One of the sweetest pooches I've ever met.
I attribute this to a couple things. The overall elevation change for this race was probably only around 6500 ft or so and well... maybe my body is getting into "ultra" shape. Since I don't log LSD (long slow distance) miles its taking my body a while to adjust. At this point, I'm unsure whether more mileage on my feet would help my right foot. I feel like more barefoot running (as in sans the shoes) is the way to strengthen it, but have to wonder if its more a bone issue than a strength and muscle issue. Funny how my left foot was fine. Overall, I think the flatter course helped with my knee and hip issues as well. The Born To Run Ultra Marathon was a good pick for stupid miles running.
And I'm a little embarassed to admit this, but I had a "moment" the Monday after the race. I think I've mentioned before I'm not a weepy romantic type. I don't normally get emotional about stuff unless its HUGE, like the birth of my boys (and even those tears were very fleeting). So I was a little surprised when merging onto the freeway while driving my little one to preschool the Monday after my race my eyes flooded.
The timing couldn't have been more inconvenient and I was trying to convince myself that it was all the whacked out hormones from all the running I did, but I guess I hadn't really had time to fully reflect on my experience and accomplishment. I was so caught up in finishing and hula hooping and drinking my post race celebratory beer... oh and sleeping... that I hadn't really thought about what I had just done.
I'm really, really, REALLY proud of myself. I never thought I would EVER run a marathon. I was just way too messed up. But I ran 62 miles. In one day.
I. DID. IT.
I get to keep that prize forever.
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