Well the marathon is over, done. All that training, so many weeks, months, all for one day. November 6, 2011, New York City. Over, what an accomplishment, really? I don't know. I guess I need to post the details about the experience to appreciate the process and not feel so blah right now. I just read an interesting post on the runners world website about the the depression people feel after a marathon. Disappointment of not doing the time, hoped for...not completing...not having something else to work towards. Seems so crazy, but I have to admit that I have the feelings of depression, disappointment, etc.
I will review the day/week prior to and of the marathon. I was so crazy nervous by Friday, I left early from work to go to the expo to pick up my bib number, etc. Met up with two friends there, just chatting, didn't shop, which I really really wanted to do, but am glad that I abstained. I was worried about not hydrating or eating properly prior to but the two weeks prior I was eating really clean and trying to follow the taper schedule. I ran in the snow/rain 10 miles. Across the bridges, it was cold but I got it in although the week of I felt that I was fighting a cold. So more paranoia set in, to get the flu shot or not, what supplements should I be taking to boost my immune system. I opted not to take the flu shot and started taking a list of supplement given to me by my friend who was racewalking the marathon.
My friend also had planned to do a drive of the course on Saturday morning with two other racewalkers. Some thought that was crazy because to see 26.2 miles could freak one out but I was so crazy, couldn't sleep so I decided to join in for the fun. Fun it was, and I am glad that I went along because I could see where the halfway point is/was, etc. The hills, the whole visualization is so helpful. But nothing prepared me for the actual day.
