5.29 Hours In My Head......

First Where in the world did I get 5.29 Hours??

Glad you asked,

that is my official 

2014 Park City Marathon Time.

BooYah!

I was really planning to beat 5 hours.....

buuuuutttttt,

turns out

I am THRILLED

coming in under 5.30.

Beat my 1st marathon by 9 minutes.

(official numbers below)

.......................................

Let me start by saying,

I never planned to run a 2nd marathon.

Truthfully I never planned to run the first.

Turns out I will run 26.2 miles for only a few,

very limited reasons: 

An EXTREMELY good cause - My Dear Friend surviving 

Thyroid Cancer, and her requesting we do it. 

Here is the Disney Marathon in 2012 if you missed it....

if you didn't, you might still want to take another gander,

totally worth it!

And the second reason.....and this one was a bit of a long shot,

my sister Amy wanted to run Park City together......

"Aim, no.  Really, there is just no way.  I  can't.  I won't."

"Well, how about I get you a Buddy Pass so you can come out 

here to Utah for FREE."

DUH OK.

Basically that was it.

Let the torture begin.

Torture.

Torture.

Torture.

Pressuretorunatalltimesandinallplaces.

Everywherealwaysthinkingaboutrunning.

Nevergettingenoughrunninginever.

Alwaysbeingbehindintraining.

I ran into some major Low Ferritin issues while training in Florida.

This is a real long story in itself.....

I won't bore you,

I will just say that once I got checked and hooked up with the right

supplement,

I began to get some energy back and could muster a bit more running.

Truth be told again,

I am startled and embarrassed to say I only made it to mile

SIXTEEN = 16 prior to my marathon.

I can promise that is quite terrifying.

Anyway,

that was really the least of my worries.

A few days before my departure date Kev gets called on an emergency

trip to Honduras.

I have plenty to say on that,

none of it helpful.

He feels bad.

I feel bad. 

hmmmm.

Yes, 

kids are old enough to watch themselves for a few days.

But still....

Thanks to all our friends who stepped up with play dates,

rides to registration,

meals!!

You are so wonderful.

Our kids were surrounded by loving support on all sides.

Thank you.

..................................

Flying stand by scared the dickens out of me.....

but I made it without much drama at all.

Arrived at my parents to my dads Cheeze Its sign.

(How do you like Kevin's hair? Crazy huh??)

I brought a suit case of clothes for the cousins....

they gave a HECK of a fashion/dance show!

I enjoyed all the usual antics with my family.

 Amy and I ran our short 3 miler to keep lubed up 

a few days before our race.

She is always complaining about our action shots....

So here is one that you look good and I am blurry.

Feel better?

I LOVE the flowers, and everything green and growing here....

but mostly I LOVE the air.

A.I.R.  yum. it is so crispy, and invigorating in the mornings.

Plus, my hair is like fine silk in Utah.

Good hair every day!!

We totally live in the wrong state.....dang it.

 We did hair, feet, Canasta playing.....THANK YOU FAMILY.

 We ate amazing fresh produce from my parents garden.

but mostly, and especially PEACHES!! 

Tons of them every day, 

who knows why there is no picture of the 

best part of my trip.....when speaking of the food part.

I was able to catch up with a few favorite girl friends for lunch.

Vanessa, Christi (visiting), Emily (just moved there),

and Shelly not pictured : (

FUN!!

AND......you know it!

I went on a motorcycle ride with my brother, dad, and young 

nephew Archer.

Heck YEAH I think I'm cool.

Totally.

We went up Easy Canyon......it was Beautiful.

Thanks Jas.

 Time to get serious.
......................

The evening before the race we stayed at my sister and 

brother in law's home in Park City.

They fed us a deluxe meal, and we got off to bed at a decent hour.

That does not necessarily mean we slept.

no duh....right?

The next morning HB got up at 5:00am with us and 

drove Amy and I to the starting line.

Compared to Disney, 

the place was deserted.

A total ghost town.

Luckily, by about 6:15, people began to trickle in.

Race began at 6:30.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

First 3 or so miles were super chilly.

The first half was not too shabby.

Seriously.

Park City is out of this world Gorgeous Scenery.

Lots to look at.

LOTS of rolling hills.

Hot air balloons, Shoe trees, a few people dressed up for the race,

 - Gumby and Wonder Woman.

Amy ran into one of her Cross Fit Idols......Chris Something,

it was fun getting her a picture with him.

There was one lady with her name on her shirt......Deb.

We had some good conversation.....she and her hubby are 

trying to run a marathon in every state, they are on their 

28th I think she said.

Go Deb!

                           

You can't really tell in the photo, but there were some 

steep climbs my friends.

I was an air sucking dizzy girl.

We did a lot of walking on the hills, 

and then sometimes on 

the dirt paths, well, and eventually every so often on the flat gravel,

and, oh yeah, downhill sometimes to,

....that was the option

available to us.

Whatever our body would allow, that's what we would do.

"You get what you get and you don't have a fit." 

The best part of the marathon.....

as well as in life,

was our personal support crew.

Our very own Cheer leaders.

The people that love us, and want us to finish our race.

The face below is the face of truth.

You are so happy to see your people.

Your team feeds you much needed high fives,

words of encouragement,

needed advice,

they get you tums for cramping,

they will do whatever you need.

They are THERE for you, and you know this.

You know this, and gosh dang,

they say you can do it,

and you believe them.

Every so often your crew may tell you

little half truths......things like; 

"You are almost there."

"You just have this one last hill and then you've made it."

"Ok, just one more tiny blip and you are home free."

"You're looking strong."

When you see your team in the distance

you get really pumped.

You get a second, third, or forth wind.....

sometimes you fake it for them.

But that is called being a team....give and take,

all working for the cause of finishing a hard thing.

I sure like these photos.

Thank you HB, dad, Trav.

The very best and most wonderful team members

will want to capture your run for you.

They have been there before.....or somewhere like it, 

and will know it will be meaningful to you once you are no longer sore,

and your medal is put away.

Races are always way better when you look

BACK on them.

They just don't seem so bad......like child birth I guess.

Oh.... hey, look....I did it.

It's done.
It already sounds so easy.

 Look at this crew!

Love you guys!

I liked the other pictures.....but I LOVE these the best.

Happy, Happy, Happy!

 Gimping and limping, some light, to severe cramping of muscles, 

Big deal right?
Besides the loss of a few toenails, 

all will be back to normal in less than three days time.

Is it worth it?

Once again, I wouldn't trade it......

 but you could not pay me less than $500 to do it again.

I'm serious.....

that plus plane tickets,

got it?

Don't even try.

The money would need to be paid in cash upon crossing the finish line.

The minute I cross.

I would never do it again for a dime less.

Park City Marathon - Race Results

Park City Marathon - Results Park City, UT USA August 16, 2014 Finishers: 243, Males - 149 , Females - 94 Male Winner: 2:42:39 | Female Winner: 3:12:22 Average Finish Time: 4:33:38

Amy DRAKE (F)

5:39:30

223

85 / 11

F35-39

CENTERVILLE, UT, USA

Melissa CHRISTENSEN (F)

5:29:46

215

83 / 18

F40-44

SATELLITE BEACH, FL, USA

I put it out there......

I was just thinking I would go in and sneak a nap....

just got home from Lawson's soccer game....

which might I add they won!!!

First win in several years!!!!

but then I got thinking it would be fun to come do a quick write up

about this morning.

As the saying goes,

"You can sleep when you're dead".

This morning was so fun.

That really is not the word for it.....it is more along the lines of

SAT - ISS - FIY - ING!

Yeah....that's it.

For the first time I ran with a purpose other than finishing.

I ran for myself.

By myself....surrounded by my good buddies of course.

But this race was different and much more scary than any other,

because I set a goal.....and then.......

I announced it out loud!

(dumb idiot!)

I made the announcement that I was going to 

take first place in our age group.

period.

dot.

(I accidentally forgot to make a hidden clause in that statement

something like, 

except for if Christi or Vanessa run....

cuz they are super fast).

too late.....I made the remark.

It was heard and acknowledged.

Eye brows had already lifted.

Now I had no choice but to follow through.

When I was talking with Kev about it last night,

I was saying I was a little nervous.

Why?

It is 3 miles.

3 miles.....big deal.

Yes, but I am shooting for my P. R.

PR? what is that?

um.....

honey, come on.....my Personal, uh....

something about being the best I can be.

Everyone is always talking about beating their P.R.....

something to do with racing,

we went back and forth and finally landed on 

Personal Record!!!

Yes!

That seems right.

I told him I would be happy with anything under 25 minuets....

cuz that would mean I held an 8 minute mile, which would be a stretch.

.....oh yeah, and take first in my age division....

which may I add I am in the last and oldest year in that slot.

I am excited to move up and outta here!

Get me some grannies to run with!

The run today was sponsored by Sally's House....

a nonprofit org for helping unwed pregnant girls 

get off drugs and fly right.

Give them a leg up and out of the dark.

It was a 5K, there were 203 runners....

so pretty small.

On your mark, get set.......

GO!

And we were off....our group started with the front of the pack....

smart move.

I was left in the dust almost immediately by Christi and Braden (Tina's son),

I just told myself to reel in the runners in front of me one by one.

Don't go crazy and kill yourself off in the first 6 blocks.

Keep Calm and Keep Running.

Less than 30 minutes and you are done for the day....

IT'S EASY!

My music was set for sweet success....

purposefully hand selected pieces.

The Lucky Ones.....

reminded me that this moment is mine, I'm gonna be fine, I got this, 

 and I'm dang lucky to have it!

(just added this one!!)

Sexy and I know it.....for obvious reasons!! : ) 

Strut.....again, why not!!!  come on!

Serenity by Godsmack.....

figured I would need to calm down and keep it smooth right about here, 

nice strong, steady beat.

Ride a White Horse by GoldFrapp....figured this would be my wish at this point.

Lose Yourself by Eminem.....this is what I rounded the bend to......GOOOOOOO!

If this song can't get me moving nothing can.

6 songs.

24 minutes.

pushing my body to do more than it wants to.

resisting the very strong urge, desire, the need to slow.

Wow!

What a riot!

.........at the end anyway.....

only upon crossing does it really become awesome.

Looking back will be good to.

during.....rough....it is HARD.

 But LOOK we all placed!

We all met and/or bettered our P.R.s!!!
Way to go team!!

 Somethings I learned.

Every SECOND COUNTS!!!

Let me go a step further....

if there is a runner right in front of you.....

pass them for heavens sake!

Duh!!!

setting P.R.'s is not about courtesy....

"after you my lady"

.....come off it!!!

Kick their trash and pass them!

It's about being tough.

Digging deeper.

That is where the satisfaction comes from.

You did more than you thought you could....

and it was stinkin hard!

Maybe you threw up a little in your mouth...

or peed just a bit in your pants...

ok.

so what?

Good job.

That means you pushed past your normal capacity and 

created a new one.

A Brand New Physical Capacity.

Now you are capable of doing more.

I am not admitting to anything....I am just saying it is perfectly 

fine and acceptable.

Let me break it down....

first time I have really looked and compared these important facts:

What women beat me, by how much?

Who are these speedsters.....and what in the world is their age?

Probably teenagers...those punks....the overall winner was 13!, 

then a 30 year old and

bad news, the other two were 40 another 43.....

so much for "running with grannies",

looks like it will only get worse.

Here is the rest:

 I will tell you it is eye opening.

(sorry if this bores you to tears....I found it fascinating)

203 runners.

I took 22nd overall.

5th place in the women.

1st in my age group!!  Booo - yaaaa!

but here is the interesting part.....

I missed a trophy by .04 seconds.

One of those beauts could have been mine.

I missed 1st place in women's by .48 seconds....

4 other women came in before me. 

All of them were in the 23 minute range...

3 of them less than .10 seconds faster than me.

You see what I am saying?

Isn't that crazy?

I guess what I am saying is that I can see how a person 

would continually want to beat their P.R.

It is right there.....

just about with in reach.....

s  t  r  e  t  c  h 

just a little bit further.....

I could have taken it all!

......had I know I only needed to push that little bit harder.

Maybe at the time I didn't think I could....

but had I known....maybe, 

maybe I had it in me.

This is Matt Mahoney,

he enters and wins pretty much every single race that was ever

invented in Brevard County.....

I have never done a local race and not seen him cruisin along

enjoying the day.

he is OOOOOOLLLLLDDDDer.

but check out his wash board abs!!

Say Wha??

Great day.

See you next time.....

what is your P. R.?????

for any goal?

Not just running?

Set one today.......

AND 

THEN SAY IT OUT LOUD

(to another person!!!)

My Marathon experience.....

I have been waiting for a few minutes (HA!)

to compile my thoughts and all of our fun pictures from our 

Marathon this weekend.

I still don't have exactly what I need....but I really want to 

get moving on this and share my experience with you.

I am going to try and piece meal it together in little batches.
........................
It is 1:30 am = perfect time.
Here goes:

On Saturday morning our Team Neck & Neck girls,
met for a celebration brunch for those that had just run the  half
marathon, and a "get pumped" carb loading session for those of us running
the full the next morning at 5:30 am.
Yum!  Not sure if mickey mouse waffles, giant links of sausage,
bacon, eggs, fried potatoe wedges, and biscuits and gravy have many carbs,
but it definitely worked for me.

There was also an item of business that Tina addressed at this little feast.
That was the naming of the winner of the IPOD she had donated for
a little team motivation (competition).
It was so exciting!!
I was so nervous....I was not nervous for myself, because my sister Amy
had already earned way more than me.
I witnessed first hand how she earned it.
By sweat, toil, tears, and a huge slab of creativity.
She sold her craft wears at work, to family, friends, and any one
who was "buying for the cause"....
if you forgot, Thyroid Cancer.
She had a large group of happy takers,
which kept her extremely busy sewing and creating for several days
in a row the last few days before Christmas.

On one of these busy days my sister Keri and I were there sewing seams
along side Amy when
she got the call that her little daughter's dance recital was going on now!
Were they going to join the show!?
Whoa!
I am just saying, there was some heavy brain overloading going on.

Our team raised just under $3500!!!
Pretty dang good considering the number of dropouts we ended up having.
Tina was the bulk with a $1000,  in second place.......
drum roll.....
was AMY!!! 
with $465....She won the IPOD!!
I need to mention my good buddy Aubrey, whose efforts
brought her within twenty bucks of Amy!
It was "NECK & NECK" !!!
Way to go ladies!

Here is our Awesome team, we are missing a few girls, Barb and Holly.

As you can see, some people really get into their posing.

I won't name names.

After the brunch we got our packets at the Expo.

Then went to check out our sleeping arrangements for the night.

Amy's husband Lance was able to hook our families up with 

his employee discout at the World Marriott, a gorgeous hotel a few miles

away from our hotel, The Port Orleans Riverside.

Amy, Tina and I stayed here so we could have some quiet time

the night before the race and so we wouldn't wake everyone else up at 

3:10 a.m.

It was a smart move on our part.

We got upgraded,

 (don't you love hearing those words in any circumstance??)

to the newly refurbished section.

I will tell you they ain't lying.

When we opened the door we were greeting with the best new room

smell you could ever imagine!

It was so wonderful.

And talk about adorable....every detail was so much fun.

It was themed after the Disney Frog Princess movie.

Very woodsie and rustic.

We picked Tina up when Amy and I were finally able to break away

from our families around 8:30 pm.

Kev still had not made it in from Bogata, Columbia.

He had gone through the usual numerous flight delays and would not 

get in until after 10.

But I am so happy to report he did indeed make it.

It is GO TIME!

We had no trouble getting up at our designated time.

I wasted no time getting straight on my job as team historian.

(I was eating the BEST peanut butter power bar for breakfast!)

I took time to get my inspirational running list in place on my legs.

Tina chose to imprint her 26 miles on her upper arms.

I was like, pst, naaaaa, I think my thighs would make way more sense.

WRONGO.

Try running and trying to read your thighs at the same time.

Found out that was a NO GO.

Literally impossible to do.

Believe me, I tried many times.

We were off to catch our Disney transportation to Epcot.

Before we picked Tina up to come stay with us Saturday night,

she took a bath,

during which

this little note was slid under the door to her.

We made it to the race starting point.

This part is always the worst part of any Disney race.

This being my 4th run here, the other 3 were half marathons.

I find myself always questioning what makes people want to come here?

  It is freezing in the morning at 5:00 a.m.

There are thousands of complete strangers massed together,

and corralled like cattle in lettered gates.

You are herded along, again like animals.

I know I am not making this sound good.

That's because it's not.

It is a long wait, and a long walk and it seems to drag on 

FOREVER.

But then.... 

when your time comes.

When your letter is called,

and the fire works are going off just for you.

You forget about your misery, 

(just like child birth),

and you begin your run.

Couldn't pass up this shot.

Or this one...

heck, three of them, three of us!  

It was a no brainer...plus there was no line.

Now there was NO WAY I was going to miss my chance to get a photo 

with the cast of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang....

On our way to Orlando 

while I had Ethan searching for a cord I needed in the car,

he came across an old cassette tape I had recorded when the kids were small.

We used to listen to it all the time.

It has Chitty Chitty on one side, and Grammy winners 

from some year on the other.

We have been listening to it ever since.....ask Amy if you don't believe me.

There were times when were were excited about getting our 

picture taken with certain characters,

but we did not want to "damage" our PR 

(what does that even mean? Personal record?)

 to stand in line.

We found a way to get our pictures in a timelier fashion...

we would just stand off to the side.

I love the one of Amy and Tina up above with one of the ugly

stepsisters from Cinderella.

Way to out smart the system guys!

We nailed that shot!

Here I am on the outskirts of the Scary Villains scene.

Not bad.

One of the craziest things during a run....

when. you. stop.

Is the fenomenon of passing, and then being surprised again,

each time,

when you end up behind that person time and again.

This kept happening with this girl in the orange skirt.

We finally had to "get a shot with her".

OK....this 5:30 pace group was the bain of our existence.

This is the last pace group of the marathon.

In other words....the slowest group they would bother pacing.

There was NO WAY we were hanging with this crew.

Laters dudes.

See you on the flip side folks.

Good luck slow pokes....nothing against slow peeps.

Just saying.

That ain't our thang.

The only trouble was that we kept, 

somehow

ending up behind them!

It is that same fenomenon I just mentioned.

Only this one was real trouble.

It was not in any one of our goals to be included in the slowest

pacer group.

Amy had told everyone that her goal was to run a 5 hour marathon.

I had verbalized a 4.5 hour run.

Not sure about Tina...

oh yeah, she just wanted to finish so she could 

earn her medal.

Anyway, if you can't beat em....join em.

We finally just had to face facts.

This group was really pretty cool.

Hey, Hey....look it's the NASCAR Guys....

my boys LOVE NASCAR....Aim and I got this shot for them...

and only them.

The time came....surprising deeper into the race than the three of us

could have ever hoped for, when one of us broke away.

Sometime after mile 16 Amy pulled away.

I was happy she did.

Not because I wanted her to leave...but because I wanted her

race out come to be exactly what she wanted it to be.

We each get to choose how to run our race.

I loved the way we choose to count our miles.

We decided to count backwards for each mile.

So at mile one, we only had 25 miles to go,

at mile 10, we were already down to only 16 miles left to run....

and that is awesome....because we had all already run 

16 miles at least once in our training.

So, Been there - Done that,

 if you know what I mean.

I don't remember a trace of negativity.....well, except one time

when T and I were running up an overpass,

somewhere in the 20 mile proximity,

and she said out loud,

"will this ever end"?,

this helpful gentleman next to us pipes up,

"Oh yeah, all you have to to is get to Hollywood Studios, go around back,

then we come to a bend in the road, which doesn't last long,

go another mile or two and you will see Epcot, soon you will 

come to the choir and then you just have to run it out to the finish."

(maybe not his exact words)

Oh, OKay.....thanks.

But that was it....and that was nothing.

I am really not much of a Disney fan.

But I will say they do it up right.

The race is a feast for the senses....every time....I mean it,

every single time I finally went through the effort of getting my phone out,

putting in my pass code, 

getting to my music and getting it going and them back in my little waist sack,

I could hear something up in the distance....

wait, is that another band?

Hey, what song is that?

What I had on my personal head phones was never as intriguing as

what was just up ahead.

I did manage to completely run out the battery to my phone before the 

race was over though....between the pictures, texting, using MyRunning Mate,

etc.  It was dead....pretty lame battery life. 

Two of my favorite highlights of the race involve food....

wait, three of them do.

The first time they gave out bananas...it must have been before mile

16 cuz Amy and I split one.

I will say I have never eaten a more delicious specimen.

Then later when they gave out chocolate goo....several times.

Again, the first time was the best.

Usually I am not a goo fan, 

but the chocolate I have decided I am in love with.

It is exactly like brownie batter.

That is the sole reason I love to make brownies.... for the batter!

Lick the bowl, lick the spoon, smooth out the top with the spatula 

several times to get it just right

(only when I am making them just for my family),

then sometimes after the pan has been in the oven for a few minutes,

I will take it out again and smooth it a few more times.

Especially good with melted chocolate chips in the mix.

That is how good the chocolate goo was.

I have wondered a few times if it would be as good eating it not 

during the marathon.

I doubt it.

The other exciting food time was when they gave out 

miniature Hershey candy bars.

Don't mind if I do.

We had all heard they give away candy at some point in the race....

the anticipation and curiosity drove us mile after mile.

It was worth it.

Up until mile 23 I stayed with my training partner Tina.

Going into the race I was so worried that she was 

even running it.

Several times I suggested that maybe for her body's sake she should 

not run.

She had not been able to properly train for the previous two months

prior to our race.

She had been from doctor to doctor, from therapist, from shoe to shoe,

and so on and so forth.

The list seemed endless to me.

The pain in her hips and feet seemed constant from my perspective.

I could not understand why she would not just step down,

give in and say ok I tried, but now my body is telling me this is 

not the time.

She never once entertained the idea of not running her marathon.

SHE was the one who survived thyroid cancer.

SHE was the one who got us into this race to begin with.

SHE organized and got our team going.

SHE wanted her Mickey Mouse medal....even though she hates 

Mickey Mouse....I don't get it!

The evening before our race she got a priesthood blessing from her 

husband.  He taped her foot and leg for her,

(p.s. the tape is still on....it may be on forever),

and sent her off to us with a little bit of a concerned look on his face.

Before the race began I honest and truly thought she would have to 

walk the entire 26.2 miles.

I was so afraid for her.

We started at a slow comfortable pace.

We just kept at it.

Kept plugging away.

Excited and happy with every mile we pulled down.

I was flabbergasted that she continued to run.

I was thrilled, amazed, and surprised.

As long as she was able to continue to run I had no intention of

leaving my running mate.

We stopped a ton.

We sought every character sighting we could find....

suddenly every Disney character became our favorite.

We drank (at least I did) at every refreshment point and stretched every

mile towards the end.

I have no idea how our pain factor compared to one another,

I only know that when I run a slower pace it 

is a lot harder on my joints, especially my knees.

I was needing every single stop we made, 

to regroup, stretch it out and start again.

At mile 23 I knew we had both made it.

I told Tina....you got this.

IT IS GO TIME.....

I am going to power it up and try and catch Amy.

I was off.

I ran like there was no tomorrow.

Every trace of discomfort left.

I was weaving and bobbing looking for Amy's yellow visor,

and black tank.

It was a thrill.

I was certain I would catch her, I knew I could do it.

At mile 26, when you go around the bend....

there is the choir singing hallelujahs, 

you are on a running high.

Next, I somehow heard a yell, I looked and saw Ethan pop out of some trees,

then Ryker, then in the hoard of hundreds and hundreds of 

people I saw Kevin, Jason, Mel... then farther

down I saw Tina's family, Derek, Braden... and 

Barb's family cheering me on.

It was so fantastic.

I did not catch Amy..... 

I found her just beyond the medal

area wrapped in her tinfoil blanket waiting for Tina and I.

Wow.

What a day.

What an adventure.

I would change not a single scrap of it.

I will own my time 5:28.

Yep,

Amy whooped on me, I know I will hear about it forever 

more from my siblings and brother in laws, 

she came in under the dreaded 5:30 pacer with 5:25.

T was just behind us at 5:42.

After getting away from the Disney madness....

T went her way with her family,

and we headed for some R&R at the Marriot pools.

Talk about a perfect ending.

It was warm, slightly breezy.

Calm and happy.

Satisfied and content.

Back to real life now.

No running pressures.

Mementoes of the day are in their rightful places of honor.

Post Race:

Tina miraculously feels amazing.

Her feet do not hurt....she has whobbly knees (her words), 

but can't believe her feet are pain free.

Amy probably has the worst of it.

The limping about is getting less and less....she just blood let

the blisters below her big toenail last night to let off some of the

painful pressure.  She will loose a few nails, not uncommon. 

I was expecting much worse.

Kev kept asking me when it was really going to hit me....

when would I be super sore?

I guess I will not be.

I could tell I had had a great work out, a little rickety and sore the first day,

but by day two....already felt exceptionally well like Tina.

I have saved this little "Day After the Marathon" video for a

solid year.  I think Tina may have shared it originally....not sure where

I got it from.

I had anticipated a little more of this.....

Enjoy.

Thanks for the wonderful marathon experience ladies!