I did not sleep at all Friday night.
I did not fall!
I freaking beat the glow vest!
I saw a possum on the towpath running the wrong way!
I got snotted on in my face!
I passed tons of people.
I never hit a wall or felt extremely low.
I went nuts when I realized I could walk and still finish.
So I didn't walk and I ran it in to crush my goal by 40 minutes.
I screamed and pumped my fists like a freaking maniac at the finish.
I met new people and made new friends.
But I also ran a lot on my own and really owned my own race.
I negative split this beast by about 40 minutes.
I woke up at 4 AM this morning starving and walked 1.5 miles to Bob Evans for breakfast.
I am absolutely ecstatic.
I feel almost guilty for how much fun I had yesterday and how well my body performed for me.
I feel validated.
I feel like I am truly a runner.
Most of all I feel loved. I had so many friends and family call and comment to wish me good luck and to check in on me after the race. There's no way you could do this stuff without that kind of support.
I will work on a race report this week. I think this may have to be at least a 3 parter. A lot happens in 9 hours and 23 minutes!
Some stats to keep you at bay
15.5 miles (when you get off the appalachian trail) 3:15:35
41.8 miles (after a marathon on the towpath) 7:56:19
50.2 miles (8.4 miles of rolling roads) 9:23:34
5th out of 34 in my age group 244 overall