Although getting up at the ass crack of dawn was never ever fun, most of marathon training was a lot of fun. (If I didn’t enjoy it, I wouldn’t do it.)
I loved seeing new parts of my city, exploring other cities, meeting new friends and getting closer with old ones. I loved pushing my body, I loved the euphoric feeling of accomplishment I had when I got home from a double-digit run, and I loved doing something really physically challenging while most people were still in bed.
So when I woke up this morning after a long, fun night with friends that included more champagne than my liver would like to acknowledge, I felt a little empty.
WHAT WOULD I DO WITH ALL THIS TIME?
I contemplated writing the next Great American Novel.
I contemplated reading a Great American Novel.
I contemplated finding an all-you-can-eat-and-drink brunch and eating and drinking it all.
What did I end up doing?
Cleaning. And then running. I’m so predictable.
It was an absolutely gorgeous day to run.
I ran for a little more than 4 miles today, and it still felt pretty difficult on my still-tired legs. How did I run 22 more miles than that less than a week ago?
Dear marathoners: what do you do with all this free time after a marathon???