I survived my third marathon yesterday. Better than that, I PR’d (again, thank God) and slashed a little over 15 minutes over my previous fastest time (you can go here if you want to watch me stumble over the finish line). As is tradition, I will be getting my old time crossed off and a new one added to an ongoing tattoo collection on my ribcage. I’ve learned a lot about the body’s immediate needs post-run to avoid bombing out and ruining not only the rest of the day, but the days that follow. Writing this around 2 PM, I don’t feel the collapse coming on.
Monday Morning Media Roundup: Marathons Suck
