Thursday, October 29, 2009
When 400th Place is a Victory
Matthew (my 20 year old brother) and I finished the Marine Corps Marathon on Sunday morning around 11:50 am. We ran together the whole time...talking much more at the beginning of the race than at the end. What a horrific thing to do to our bodies. No, that is exaggerating a little bit, but it definitely can't be good. It was an awesome experience and very interesting to find my time within 1 minute of my last marathon - around 3 hours and 43 minutes. I guess our bodies feel most comfortable at a certain pace. This morning as I walked down the stairs to take Ries outside, my legs finally felt somewhat normal. The days prior my quads just burned going down stairs. I'm pretty amazed at how quickly our bodies can clean up all that lactic acid...3 days after the race? How awesome is our Creator?!