Pain is just weakness leaving the body. (O rilly?)
So. Yesterday I ran and completed my very first marathon. Yes, marathon. M-A-R-A-T-H-O-N. The one with 26.2 miles. The one where you run over 40K. It was... it was pretty fucking amazing. Not gonna lie. Maybe not the hardest thing I've ever done, but probably one of, if not the most rewarding thing I've ever done. If you're thinking about doing this, I cannot encourage you highly enough.
BEFORE THE MARATHON
DURING THE MARATHON
AFTER THE MARATHON
THINGS MY BODY CANNOT DO TODAY
It's important to me, now that the marathon is over, to thank a few key people:
* The United States Marine Corps. Ladies and gentlemen, if you are going to run a marathon... Let the Marines organize that shit. They are timely, they come prepared (hush, Brad) with food and Powerade and an awesome, scenic course, and the biggest smiles ever. And when you are about to jump on someone's back at mile 15 and demand they carry you, you will instead find yourself jumping in the air to high five Marines standing on pillars, and yelling back when they tell you how good you're doing. Also? HOTTEST BRANCH OF THE ARMED SERVICES YOU COULD EVER HOPE FOR. Hotass is good motivation. Or as Layla once said, "'rines, Daddy! 'Rines!"
* The Semper Fi Injured Marine Fund The charity I raised money for. If you're going to abuse yourself, do it for a good cause.
* I'd like to thank everybody on my flist who gave me music this year, because you've contributed to my endless hours in the pool and on the bike and on weights and running. I really couldn't have done it without you.
* To Porn Swat (alethialia, romanticalgirl, sparky77) for all kinds of support.
* To issaro and serialkarma for their unflagging support not just this year, but every year. For never telling me I was crazy (well, not to my face).
* To antheia, kattiya, lazlet, random_flores and shireeen for listening when I was injured and supporting me when I was questioning my sanity. For never telling me to just give the fuck up and go have a drink instead.
* And to maurheti, who single-handedly made this marathon possible with her network of connections and advice and her willingness to walk me through injuries and runs and nutrition and duct taped Ziploc bags and. For not once ever letting me think I couldn't get this done. For always believing in me even when things got super hairy. You did this, too, so thank you. (And Pnut). WE LOVE YOU PNUT.
And to a bunch of people who will never see this, but also made it possible: M and D and the other D and S and J and A and B and on and on.
Thank all of you so very much. I would raise a glass to you, but if I have beer or chocolate I'm probably going to vomit. And also, my body parts aren't working so let's just say I did.
♥
BEFORE THE MARATHON
DURING THE MARATHON
AFTER THE MARATHON
THINGS MY BODY CANNOT DO TODAY
It's important to me, now that the marathon is over, to thank a few key people:
* The United States Marine Corps. Ladies and gentlemen, if you are going to run a marathon... Let the Marines organize that shit. They are timely, they come prepared (hush, Brad) with food and Powerade and an awesome, scenic course, and the biggest smiles ever. And when you are about to jump on someone's back at mile 15 and demand they carry you, you will instead find yourself jumping in the air to high five Marines standing on pillars, and yelling back when they tell you how good you're doing. Also? HOTTEST BRANCH OF THE ARMED SERVICES YOU COULD EVER HOPE FOR. Hotass is good motivation. Or as Layla once said, "'rines, Daddy! 'Rines!"
* The Semper Fi Injured Marine Fund The charity I raised money for. If you're going to abuse yourself, do it for a good cause.
* I'd like to thank everybody on my flist who gave me music this year, because you've contributed to my endless hours in the pool and on the bike and on weights and running. I really couldn't have done it without you.
* To Porn Swat (alethialia, romanticalgirl, sparky77) for all kinds of support.
* To issaro and serialkarma for their unflagging support not just this year, but every year. For never telling me I was crazy (well, not to my face).
* To antheia, kattiya, lazlet, random_flores and shireeen for listening when I was injured and supporting me when I was questioning my sanity. For never telling me to just give the fuck up and go have a drink instead.
* And to maurheti, who single-handedly made this marathon possible with her network of connections and advice and her willingness to walk me through injuries and runs and nutrition and duct taped Ziploc bags and. For not once ever letting me think I couldn't get this done. For always believing in me even when things got super hairy. You did this, too, so thank you. (And Pnut). WE LOVE YOU PNUT.
And to a bunch of people who will never see this, but also made it possible: M and D and the other D and S and J and A and B and on and on.
Thank all of you so very much. I would raise a glass to you, but if I have beer or chocolate I'm probably going to vomit. And also, my body parts aren't working so let's just say I did.
♥