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Post Marathon Syndrome
It’s been two weeks since my trek from Hopkinton to Boston. Here are the chronicles of my PMS.
THE FINISH. All is great. All is happy. All is bliss. I have just finished my first marathon. Yahoo!!!!
LESS TRAVELED FORCED TO TRAVEL. What they don’t tell you is that once you’ve crossed the line, you have to walk what seems an eternity to retrieve your medal. Really, it’s only about 25 steps away, but great gosh a’mighty were they the longest 25 steps of my life.
THE MORNING AFTER? Holy chit.
STRANDED ON THE TOILET BOWL. Once I manage to get myself upright, I slid my way to the bathroom. But as the great Beyonce once said, If I were a boy… I would’ve kept an empty bottle on my night stand (if you know what I mean). Let’s not even discuss what transpired after the peeing.
LIFE IS A
HIGHWAY ROAD BLOCK. I learned the hard way that driving is difficult, nor should it be attempted by anyone who’s just run a marathon. I was a mile down the freeway when realized that I needed to use my hands to physically lift my leg from the gas pedal to the break. Not the safest of driving techniques.
HI-HO, HI-HO. It’s off to work I go. Let’s just say, I met someone last week who said “Wait…do you work at International Place? I think I might have seen you. Were you limping around the lobby on Wednesday morning?”
GETTING PHYSICAL OLIVIA NEWTON JOHN STYLE. Reintroducing spinning and jogging to my aching legs was quite the adventure. It didn’t help that my spin instructor (whom I love dearly) knew what I’d been through and therefore wanted to kick my butt just a littttttle bit more than the rest of the class. But when I went for my first recovery jog, I felt like my legs were being devoured by a pack of wild dogs (a la Bridget Jones). So…running went back on the shelf for an additional week.
THE WITHDRAWAL. Even in all the pain and recovery, I’ve found myself empty as each Saturday passes without a long run. Not having to get up to meet my team in Newton has been tough to accept. With these feelings of withdrawal, however, comes the desire to keep in it. I find myself jumping at every opportunity to run a half marathon or a 10K to keep my conditioning for when my body is ready to tackle another marathon. Side note… I am looking at the Jamaican Marathon on December 3rd. Ya mon!
THE CONCLUSION? It was the best experience of my life to train so intensively and achieve my ultimate goal. I personally raised $7,729 for the Mass Mentoring Partnership, almost $3,000 more than my initial goal. Team MMP as a whole raised more than $112,000 for kids in need. When you think about all of the good that comes of such a time committment and the physical sacrifices you make, there really is no other way to come out of the finish line without the utmost pride in oneself and in the others that made the journey with you. Despite the pain and the embarrassment of walking with a full on limp for 3 days, I cannot wait for my next 26.2-mile adventure. And I do hope to run Boston again next year for MMP.