It was cool to get a metal, free shirt, a bag full of goodies, and to cross that finish line, but that's about it. The actual running part? I was bored out of my mind by mile 8, which really means I was bored out of my mind by mile 3. There is no way anyone will ever convince me to run a full marathon. EVER. Don't even try. Those people are crazy. 13.1 miles was a never ending run, I don't even want to imagine what double that is like. I keep on telling myself how much I really hated it, but like my cousin said, "It could be like pregnancy... women tend to forget and are ready to do it again." It's probably true. I'll probably do it again, or I'll just stick to enjoyable things that actually make me happy.
My runners high didn't kick in until a couple hours later, and by that time I was taking a nap.
I'm glad I did it even if I didn't enjoy it. I've always wanted to say that I ran a race. And now I have. Tada.
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