I will remain Galadriel.
A couple days out, I'm nudging around my thoughts on the MCM. I say nudging around and not "wrestling with". It's not quite that level of introspection, but I'm still wading around in my head probably more than I should.
I don't feel quite as changed as everyone said I would be? That's not bad nor good - just a thing. Several of the others are getting tiny ankle tattoos of the triangle logo. I haven't ruled that out, but I have to see how my emotions evolve. I may not get the logo, and instead just get a tiny 26.2 or something. Apart from the humbling feels for others at points like the Blue Mile, while the race was an enormous in terms of the crowds, the crazy huge expo, all the media stuff, etc, it didn't feel all that different inside my head from any of the other events I've done. Tootie called me yesterday for the post-op. I told her that the parts I thought would be the hardest (the distance, especially the last 10k) were okay, but things like the crazy cramping, and having to weave around people so much, caught me off-guard. Those things sucked, but on the other hand, now I know that even having my leg cramp up on mile 7 didn't stop me from pressing on and finishing. I didn't give up. On the balance, I feel sort of "even" all over about it. I'm very happy I did it. I'm proud I can say I've completed a marathon. My time wasn't what I wanted, but nearly everyone I've talked to says that they didn't hit their goal (whatever it was). Friends cried when they got their medals, but I didn't. The huge wave of emotion I expected didn't materialize. Late that night in the hotel room, I was holding the medal in my hand looking at it, and I suddenly burst into ugly gaspy sobs for like 5 minutes. Then the feeling was gone. It hasn't come back, and that's okay. I'm even steven.
I managed to get some decent pictures. I never buy the race pics, but since it's going to be at least a couple of years before I take on a marathon again, I'll get some this time around and make a little photo book. My friend and I have penciled in tackling MCM again in possibly 2-3 years, depending on how life looks at that point.
I really like the new women I met and befriended through my neighbor. We all have a lot in common, and two of them are even local. We found an ammmmaaaazing place to eat in Georgetown called Filomena's. I want to get back there as soon as possible.
About 15 minutes after coming home, I was sitting on the toilet, while trying to reassemble a Star Wars Lego ship that the 2yo took apart and couldn't figure out how to fix. Real life in full effect.
I don't feel quite as changed as everyone said I would be? That's not bad nor good - just a thing. Several of the others are getting tiny ankle tattoos of the triangle logo. I haven't ruled that out, but I have to see how my emotions evolve. I may not get the logo, and instead just get a tiny 26.2 or something. Apart from the humbling feels for others at points like the Blue Mile, while the race was an enormous in terms of the crowds, the crazy huge expo, all the media stuff, etc, it didn't feel all that different inside my head from any of the other events I've done. Tootie called me yesterday for the post-op. I told her that the parts I thought would be the hardest (the distance, especially the last 10k) were okay, but things like the crazy cramping, and having to weave around people so much, caught me off-guard. Those things sucked, but on the other hand, now I know that even having my leg cramp up on mile 7 didn't stop me from pressing on and finishing. I didn't give up. On the balance, I feel sort of "even" all over about it. I'm very happy I did it. I'm proud I can say I've completed a marathon. My time wasn't what I wanted, but nearly everyone I've talked to says that they didn't hit their goal (whatever it was). Friends cried when they got their medals, but I didn't. The huge wave of emotion I expected didn't materialize. Late that night in the hotel room, I was holding the medal in my hand looking at it, and I suddenly burst into ugly gaspy sobs for like 5 minutes. Then the feeling was gone. It hasn't come back, and that's okay. I'm even steven.
I managed to get some decent pictures. I never buy the race pics, but since it's going to be at least a couple of years before I take on a marathon again, I'll get some this time around and make a little photo book. My friend and I have penciled in tackling MCM again in possibly 2-3 years, depending on how life looks at that point.
I really like the new women I met and befriended through my neighbor. We all have a lot in common, and two of them are even local. We found an ammmmaaaazing place to eat in Georgetown called Filomena's. I want to get back there as soon as possible.
About 15 minutes after coming home, I was sitting on the toilet, while trying to reassemble a Star Wars Lego ship that the 2yo took apart and couldn't figure out how to fix. Real life in full effect.