Any day you finish a marathon is a good day.
Thatâ€™s what Iâ€™ve told a lot of people whoâ€™ve asked me about my NYC Marathon experience this Sunday, and thatâ€™s true.
But the truth is a little more complicated than that.
I had an amazing experience the first two times I ran it: I was well-trained, I had clear time goals and I executed on them. (2011 recap | 2013 recap) I felt great most of the race because I had a solid base of training.Â Physically, my legs were used to the demands of the course. Mentally, my brain had been trained through a handful of crappy long runs and some tempos that really pushed me beyond my limits.
Also, each of the previous times Iâ€™d run it, I hadnâ€™t run a marathon in more than a year. It was a familiar experience, but enough time had passed for the novelty to return.
I didnâ€™t have a great day Sunday, but I didnâ€™t have a terrible day either. I truly enjoyed most of the race, but I didnâ€™t finish with that same endorphin high I usually do. EXCUSE ME, WHO CAN I CONTACT ABOUT MY MISSING ENDORPHINS?
I finished feeling generally content but not as excited as I had been to finish Chicago. When I finished that race, I hadnâ€™t run a marathon in more than two years. It was brand new again. When I finished Sunday, it was like â€œcool, did that a few weeks ago.â€
For that reason, Iâ€™m not sure if I ever want to do two marathons in one season again. I think running a marathon â€” especially the NYC Marathon! â€” is such a special experience, and I truly donâ€™t want to ever lose that. Because then whatâ€™s next, an ultra? No thanks 🙂 (Donâ€™t worry, Mom.)(OK, maybe a 50K one day.)