The Victoria Marathon 2010
Warning: this post comes with more pictures of me than have ever appeared on this site!
See, it appears that running marathons makes me happy.
Freakishly, can't-stop-smiling kind of happy.
Wow, you can really see the excitement on my face. In every last shot.
Months and months of training...
...all culminating on this one huge day.
Surrounded by thousands of like-minded people who have been equally devoted to the cause all summer.
Seriously, don't I look like I'm about to burst with giddiness?
Those shots? Ever last one taken before the race started.
Then the gun went off.
I endured 26.2 miles of agony (though, truth be told, not all of them were actually agony.) Whoa, I'd even done this before and still was surprised just how f.a.r. a marathon is. (For those of you who haven't done one: it is far. Very far.) It hurt. I hurt. A lot.
And yet...in the end...I was still moving.
Barely, perhaps. But I was indeed moving forward.
And I crossed that finish line!
And was back to smiling again.
This last picture really makes me laugh. Peter took one look at my face in the hotel room about 2 hours into my recovery. He said "do not move, don't try to put on a smile. Just keep your expression just like it is." And here is post-marathon Amy in the privacy of my hotel room:
Totally cracks me up. Stunned. Bewildered. Beaten up. And in my lovely compression hose (I do love those things though!) There you have it: from smiles to stunned in a mere 26.2 miles.
(Oh, and to answer the question that so many people seem to ask: yes, you bet I'll do another.)
See, it appears that running marathons makes me happy.
Freakishly, can't-stop-smiling kind of happy.
Wow, you can really see the excitement on my face. In every last shot.
Months and months of training...
...all culminating on this one huge day.
Surrounded by thousands of like-minded people who have been equally devoted to the cause all summer.
Seriously, don't I look like I'm about to burst with giddiness?
Those shots? Ever last one taken before the race started.
Then the gun went off.
I endured 26.2 miles of agony (though, truth be told, not all of them were actually agony.) Whoa, I'd even done this before and still was surprised just how f.a.r. a marathon is. (For those of you who haven't done one: it is far. Very far.) It hurt. I hurt. A lot.
And yet...in the end...I was still moving.
Barely, perhaps. But I was indeed moving forward.
And I crossed that finish line!
And was back to smiling again.
This last picture really makes me laugh. Peter took one look at my face in the hotel room about 2 hours into my recovery. He said "do not move, don't try to put on a smile. Just keep your expression just like it is." And here is post-marathon Amy in the privacy of my hotel room:
Totally cracks me up. Stunned. Bewildered. Beaten up. And in my lovely compression hose (I do love those things though!) There you have it: from smiles to stunned in a mere 26.2 miles.
(Oh, and to answer the question that so many people seem to ask: yes, you bet I'll do another.)
I've been waiting for your marathon post! Love the pictures! Especially Peter's shot of your recovery. You'll need to tell me about the compression hose and how they work. You're making me want to do another marathon. All that smiling makes it look so fun!
ReplyDeleteI think I have that look on my face just reading your post.
ReplyDeleteCongrats!
I just don't get the joy of running...but I'm glad you do! I'll keep cheering for you from the sidelines. :)
ReplyDeleteHoly cow iron woman. I can't believe you did it again. I'm starting to question your sanity:)!
ReplyDeleteCongrats on completing another 26.2! I'm truly in awe of anyone who can do it!!!