Yes, I might have survived, but it is not without a price. My husband and I were lying in bed this morning, taking inventory and comparing aches. We both thought we were doing pretty well. Then I made the mistake of standing up. I needed to go to the bathroom and make some coffee. So I stand up and just started to laugh. I think I looked like I was cross country skiing at first. Choo-choo, my legs were sliding back and forth and all I could do was try and get to the bathroom without wetting my pants because I was laughing at myself so hard. After 20 minutes, no not really but it felt that long, I made it. Sitting down and then standing up was another neat trick to master. As the day has progressed I have been stretching and trying to feel better. I think Brad is worse then me. He ran way harder then I did, so it makes sense he should be walking like he has a basketball between his legs.
That reminds me of the guy yesterday at the first aid station with his willy in one hand and a handful of Vaseline that he was rubbing all over his chafed "boys" in the other. He was cheerfully saying to these volunteers whose eyes were as wide as saucers, "Well now you can say you've seen everything!" I am sure there were some "things" on him those poor women didn't want to see!
I might not be blogging for awhile, or I might. I am taking time off from any kind of strenuous training for a bit. Sure I'll keep up with the running here and there, but I have earned a little time off before we start training for the half Ironman we are doing in April...
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