I now know why 26.2 miles hurt so good. Well, kindof. My left ankle is still a little swollen, my quads scream at me if I even think of standing, or sitting. Stairs are a profanity laced experience. But... I finished a marathon. v e r y s l o w l y. I'm definately more tortise, less hare. And, I have all ten toenails left (another accomplishment in and of itself). I'm not sure if another one is in my future. Maybe a half, only if I get faster.
I got a pedicure yesterday, and the man said my feet had too many calluses. I responded that those were earned. He said I needed pedicures more frequenly. Though my feet look much better now, they feel all wimpy. Not that I'm about to start training again or anything crazy like that.
