And She Became A Marathoner
I'm going to write (in full detail) my race/weekend report tomorrow, as my plane literally landed only a few hours ago and I haven't eaten since this morning and am quite sure I'm as dehydrated as I've ever been, but here's a quick re-cap for those of you who just can't wait for some quick, nitty-gritty details.
This weekend I:
Nursed only 1 blister.
Drank 9 Bud Lights.
Injured 1 toenail beyond repair.
Rode in 4 taxi cabs, 1 of them electric.
Earned 1 Tiffany finishers necklace.
Drank 3 full-fat Starbucks Pumpkin Spice Lattes WITH whip (and didn't feel even a TWINGE of guilt)
Sipped 2 glasses of Muscato wine.
Ate 1 chocolate bar, 2lbs. of pasta, a Greek salad and 1/2 a loaf of garlic bread in one sitting.
Walked over 6 miles through the streets of San Francisco.
Bought 1 Nike Women's Marathon Sweatshirt.
Found the cure for hiccups.
Watched 2 movies in the hotel.
Chipped 1 tooth.
Was invited on 1 yacht in the Bay and politely declined said offer.
Saw 1 marathoner cheat.
Watched 20,000 women running "Like Girls" to raise money for cancer.
Slept like a baby.
Cried like a baby.
And ran 26.2 miles, for a total of 4,074 calories burned, and lived to tell you about it.