on Saturday. The entire thing was on the beach. Literally. It was fun. It took a very. long. time. 26.2 miles is a long way. I will do another one. Probably.
The thing is, running on the sand uses muscles you never knew you had, and whoa did that hurt. The first thing I said, to everyone's amusement, was, "That was hard." I have been known to say clever, witty things every so often, and you'd have thought that running for as many hours as I did, not to mention all the months I spent training and knowing that at one point I would cross the finish line, I could have come up with something more quotable.
I've decided that all the things people say about marathons are true. At some point it stops being physical and becomes mental. Positive thinking is everything. You can transcend physical pain and exhaustion and do the improbable—it just takes lots and lots of built-up willpower.
It doesn't hurt that at the end, I got a free mango orange smoothie and a nice, warm bath. And this time, I had an entourage of five people to cheer for me when I crossed the finish line! Thanks, family. You're wonderful. :)
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