Allow me to pimp this post one more time: I ran the NYC Marathon on Sunday, and it was amazing.
I left off that post at meeting my family at JackRabbit, where I’d dropped some stuff off the day before.
They had a pretty sweet spread of bagels and hot chocolate. I didn’t have much of an appetite yet, so I just sort of nibbled on a bagel and sat there until Lacey said she was at my apartment waiting for me. Crap. Time to get movin’ and get home.
I walked into my apartment, and promptly popped a bottle of bubbly I got on my Long Island wine tour a few weeks ago. I’d been saving it for a special occasion. A marathon most definitely counts as a special occasion.
This is the face of a girl who is very happy but also very cold.
Lacey thought I should give you all a close-up of my headband. It’s Sparkly Soul, and I got it at the expo. In total small world-ness, the founder is Erica’s neighbor. And I only had to adjust once in the entire marathon. It’s a keeper, and thankfully not just because it’s sparkly.
Why are you so tired? You didn’t run a marathon.
Tebowing. It took approximately five minutes to get down there and another 5 to get back up. And don’t you love how my foam roller fits so perfectly under my counter? Easy access to my lover. (You’re not in love with a long piece of foam? Weird.)
Finally, it was time to get that post-race beer I’d been dreaming about all day. I went for a Goose Island IPA.
To eat, I had a burger and sweet potato fries. There is nothing that sounds better to me than a burger and a beer after a marathon. This burger, however, was sort of lame. It was definitely overcooked.
I wanted so badly to party like a rockstar on Sunday night, but shockingly enough, I was exhausted. I was in bed by 11.
Yesterday concluded the official marathon stuff.
I went back up to the park to get my medal engraved and look at finisher gear. After waiting on line for 40 minutes, I got inside and they told me I’d waited on the wrong line and I’d have to wait in line all over again. I was so tired, I nearly looked at the lady and started crying. Instead, I thought about how else I could get my medal engraved. I’ll probably just take it to a trophy shop near my parents’ to get it engraved. Also, you can apparently send them in to NYRR to get engraved, but I can’t find anything online about that.
I got on the subway at Columbus Circle to come home and was excited to see all of this.
Including my name on the wall o’names!
It’s true–the finish line was just the start…of marathon posts. I have a few more marathon-related posts in mind this week.
So, what do you do after a long race?