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The first emotion that hit me after I finished my very first marathon was anger.It galled me that I still had to walk after I had subjected my legs to 42km of asphalt, concrete, sand, hills, and fake promises of "just 1km more", that I couldn't simply collapse on the road in the blessed space right after the final gantry. Admittedly, I was only kinda miffed at having travel the 20m distance from the finish line to collect the finisher's medal and t-shirt. However, the thought that I had to drag my sorry pairs of calves and thighs and knees uphill to the Changi Village Subway from the finishers area in an inhuman half hour was nothing short of incendiary. All thoughts of meeting up with my friends at the predetermined time of 7:30 flung heatedly out of my mind, I had the presence of mind to ask permission from another similarly exhausted lady to share her cardboard seat. After punishing my body for 7 hours, I couldn't allow myself to sit on the sand and make my shorts grubby. So I'm not totally destroyed, but no amount of tentative sips of sports drink or changing my seating position brings my body any iota of respite for now - I'll count this as being as exhausted as I ever want to be.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
On walking when your legs feel like jelly, and other post-marathon-ing delights
from 1 Jun 09, post-running
The first emotion that hit me after I finished my very first marathon was anger.It galled me that I still had to walk after I had subjected my legs to 42km of asphalt, concrete, sand, hills, and fake promises of "just 1km more", that I couldn't simply collapse on the road in the blessed space right after the final gantry. Admittedly, I was only kinda miffed at having travel the 20m distance from the finish line to collect the finisher's medal and t-shirt. However, the thought that I had to drag my sorry pairs of calves and thighs and knees uphill to the Changi Village Subway from the finishers area in an inhuman half hour was nothing short of incendiary. All thoughts of meeting up with my friends at the predetermined time of 7:30 flung heatedly out of my mind, I had the presence of mind to ask permission from another similarly exhausted lady to share her cardboard seat. After punishing my body for 7 hours, I couldn't allow myself to sit on the sand and make my shorts grubby. So I'm not totally destroyed, but no amount of tentative sips of sports drink or changing my seating position brings my body any iota of respite for now - I'll count this as being as exhausted as I ever want to be.
The first emotion that hit me after I finished my very first marathon was anger.It galled me that I still had to walk after I had subjected my legs to 42km of asphalt, concrete, sand, hills, and fake promises of "just 1km more", that I couldn't simply collapse on the road in the blessed space right after the final gantry. Admittedly, I was only kinda miffed at having travel the 20m distance from the finish line to collect the finisher's medal and t-shirt. However, the thought that I had to drag my sorry pairs of calves and thighs and knees uphill to the Changi Village Subway from the finishers area in an inhuman half hour was nothing short of incendiary. All thoughts of meeting up with my friends at the predetermined time of 7:30 flung heatedly out of my mind, I had the presence of mind to ask permission from another similarly exhausted lady to share her cardboard seat. After punishing my body for 7 hours, I couldn't allow myself to sit on the sand and make my shorts grubby. So I'm not totally destroyed, but no amount of tentative sips of sports drink or changing my seating position brings my body any iota of respite for now - I'll count this as being as exhausted as I ever want to be.
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