Right after the race-holding my medal. I decided that the medal is not enough compensation.
And the sweaty friends! So glad Elizabeth was there running beside me the whole way! I am SO glad I didn't try to run it on my own.
Toward the end of the race I just kept thinking about how much I wanted to see my family. I saw someone that I thought was Chris holding Isaac a little ways before the end and was so excited, but then realized it wasn't him. It made it even better when I did see them! After the race the runners come out in the "runners coral" where families aren't allowed, so I talked to them through the fence and shared my ice cream sandwiches.
I really really love this guy! I can't tell you how much it means to know that he is always there to support me, even when I decide to do crazy things like run a marathon. I don't know what I would do without him.
Not long after we stopped running I started feeling pretty terrible, especially when I was standing in the hot sun. I was really light headed and nauseous and would have to sit in the shade for quite a while before I started feeling better. Then I would get up and think I was fine for a while, just to realize that I wasn't. This face is a really good indicator of how awful I felt!
The nice thing was that the park where the race ended was mostly nice and shady and had this fun little creek for the boys to play in, so I just sat down in the shade for quite a while and recuperated while William and Sebastian ran around and had a great time.
Isaac had fallen fast asleep with his mouth open in the stroller and slept the whole time we were just sitting around trying to recover.
I decided that for me, running a marathon was a lot like childbirth. I did my best to prepare, but didn't really know what to expect. For the first quite a while it was exciting and fun because you know you are doing something really cool. Toward the end it gets really really hard, and you really just want it to be over. And then it suddenly IS over, but the difference is that in childbirth you have this beautiful little baby that totally compensates for all the pain you just went through. When you are finished running a marathon--it is just over. Afterwards with both you feel somewhat miserable, except with a marathon you don't have this sweet little baby who is dependent on you for everything and makes cute sleeping noises. You just have a medal and the knowledge that you did something really hard.
All in all I was glad I did it and I don't regret it at all, but I seriously doubt I will ever do it again!