The weather forecasts of heavy rain were wrong. We ended up with (almost) my favorite running conditions (I prefer my winds a bit less than 25 mph, but really, I was so lucky and am not complaining.)
Since it was not sweltering, red-flag heat, and since I ran a lot more in training, I was able to knock 30+ minutes off of my first marathon time.
|proof it really did happen, though it kind of feels like a dream now|
My husband ran it too (his first, at age 44) and finished in 3:48. So proud of him - not just his time, but that he actually followed a training plan, fueled and hydrated during the race, and that he didn't push too hard (like he can) and have an asthma attack or something.
I just loved the race and the course so much that I might actually write a recap post tomorrow (2 posts in a week?!)
Well, maybe in a few days. Right now I am focusing on walking up and down stairs, re-hydrating (woke up feeling a bit hung over-ish), and finally decorating the Christmas tree that we cut down on Friday and is just standing naked in our living room.
P.S. The marathon is my favorite. I wonder how many more my old, weak body can handle?