Its been a little over 10 hours (written Sunday, Feb. 5, 2012) since I've stopped running and I'm still trying to wrap my brain around the grueling day and night. After I woke up from a deep sleep, I was inching myself across the bed and this thought popped in my head "if you could see me now." So I'm writing a bit about that first.
If could see me now you might see this:
- Crawling across the bed to charge my phone because it hurts to move.
- Swollen feet the size of footballs.
- Blistered, mud-stained and cut up (from duct tape) feet.
- Looking at my water bottle 12 inches away and calculating how much energy it will take to get it and deciding it will take too much.
- Haven't eaten a real meal since Friday evening and still don't have an appetite.
- Still in PJ bottoms, sports bra, race shirt, long sleeve shirt, jacket and sweatshirt (same clothes 36 hours and counting). And shivering.
- Lifting my right leg with my hands in/out of bed and any sitting/standing position because it is in so much pain
- Sweat-dried hair.
- Sound asleep and being jolted awake with a soft scream as my feet blisters pop and continue to swell.
- For the first time in the last 15 years, the race day had rain. And not just any rain, but almost 2 inches. Complete with lightning and thunder.
- I ran for 24 hours, including 14.5 hours in the dark
- My right hip flexor became strained by all the slipping and sliding in the mud
- Missing the cutoff at mile 80 and experiencing my first ever DNF (Did Not Finish)
- Thoughts on being forced to stop, NOT quit (big difference)
- Blisters, blisters, oh God, the blisters
- How my nutrition/hydration were perfect
- How crew/pacers are so essential
- Much, much more :)
Stick around for the full, juicy report! And if you have any questions, post in the comment section.
peace, sweat, love: life