The gang
Andy and I post race
My feet, post race...glad the toenails are painted!
Jen's busted toe, she finished the race with it bleeding!Slowly but surely, Andy and I are recovering from the half marathon. Andy completed the event with his knee and hip hurting, and I completed it with seemingly everything hurting and my lungs on fire. I still feel like I am not getting enough oxygen. Oh well. Although I am glad we finished all 13.1 miles, I still didn't do as well as i wanted to. In fact, I did worse than last year! Ick. I am not sure if it's due to shin splints or getting a bad cold the week before, but "just finishing" wasn't what I had in mind when we started training for this event.
It was a good feeling to be with Kristen as she crossed the finish line. In an event like this, it's always nice to use the buddy system, which is one reason I felt so bad for Andy. I thought about walking the event with him, and now I wish I would have. At the end of the race, I was waiting for him where all the racers come out, rather than at the finish line. What was I thinking?!?! I feel so horrible about that; it never crossed my mind to camp out at the finish line and cheer him across it. Arghhh! All the events he's been there for me, whether I saw him or not, and I didn't have the sense to return the favor. I was there to greet him as soon as he came out of the corrals, but still, I wish I would have seen him cross the finish line.
There is a small part of me that wants to team up with some well established group to train for this event just one more time. However, I am not sure my body is up for any more half marathons. It's hard work, and taxing on the body. Having a plate and screws in my ankle makes it even harder (though there are folks with greater disabilities than that who do these events all the time). I think I will stick to doing 5K events instead, they are shorter, easier to prepare for, and don't leave me in pain for days afterwards. But still, there is that part of me....