

in recent history, i ran the flying pig marathon and the cleveland half. two weeks apart. the marathon was great- good weather, lots of friends along the route, and i felt good almost all the way through. i kept waiting for the disabling pain or the massive wall, but neither happened. i really enjoyed the course, too. maybe because it felt homey, maybe because it's beautiful, maybe because there were so many cheering faces, and lots of those familiar. i love races. and then two weeks later i was up in cleveland, running the half with jillian. it was great- beautiful morning and we just enjoyed and took it easy- i was still feeling a lot of leftovers from the marathon. we talked for 13 miles and then rehashed with post-run bagels, which are the best kind of bagel.
after the marathon my foot was hurting pretty bad. someone suggested it could be a fracture, and i panicked, mainly because i didn't want to have to stop running. it has become something i love to do, and in the post-race weeks of rest and recovery i haven't felt quite right, not being able to go out and run in the way i'm so used to now. i am so thankful for it. and i don't think my foot is fractured, which i'm also thankful for :)
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yay! love it. you're such a little runner girl. fun. still trying to convince myself that a half is a good idea for this fall. eek! you have inspired me...
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