The aftermath...

So I haven't run in what will be a month tomorrow, a month from the date I ran the longest race of my life.

Sure - I feel accomplished but also a strange sense of disbelief... and then realization... and disbelief again... and then like the marathon was a distant dream (except for when I get up in the morning and my feet still ache)...

A few other runners have told me they have experienced very similar feelings / times after running their first marathons. I guess the feeling is like a sense of underwhelming satisfaction ... it's not that I don't realize my accomplishment, but when others share their excitement with me about running a marathon, it almost seems to be more than my own about doing it myself! Maybe it was the training since June... the 5 months of waking up every day thinking of how far I had to run and planning out my runs for the week. Now that's done, not really playing any music and work being a very stressful situation, it seems I may need another goal to keep myself busy ! :)

I do enjoy talking about the experience of the day and that's when I feel the most excitement -- when I remember the people and the event and the friends and especially the streets of Brooklyn... :)

Now after these weeks I can say - I may very well run a marathon again. Possibly in another city or country (that would really be amazing)... and I've wrapped my head around doing all 5 boroughs half-marathons next year (gosh I love New York). So running goals are in my near future for sure...

I think I better replace my running shoes soon - before my feet forget about all the pavement they've pounded...

xoxox
Curly