The Indianapolis Marathon was wonderful, hard, hilly, and painful. The weather was perfect, the scenary beautiful, and the volunteers and runners as nice as could be.
I ran from miles 2 to 10 with a veteran who had returned from Iraq just a year ago. It was his first half-marathon. I had always thought that chatting during a run was a waste of energy, but I was very wrong. It made the time pass very quickly and kept the pace right.
My goal was 5 hours, and by my unofficial timing, I ran a 5:02. Given a potty break at mile 21, it was close enough.
The course started with a tour of Fort Benjamin Harrison, which has been converted to commercial property and homes, mostly. It's just beautiful: think lots of red brick and nicely restored military housing. Then we did an out-and-back through a neighborhood, then and out-and-back though a forest/park/golf course area, then and out-and-back though the state park. The course was "somewhat" hilly. The long uphill from mile 23 to almost mile 26 was just plain nasty. The hills around mile 10 were kind of fun, since I wasn't dead yet. Most of the hills were though forests with the leaves just turning gold and red. That made up for it, a bit.
Dad got some good pictures, which I will post in a few days.
After the race I felt selfconscious as I waddled around, until it sank in that almost
everyone was waddling. There was one 77 year old gentleman who had just earned his "Marathon in 50 States" award. For the second time. He wasn't waddling. Us normal people could barely walk.
After I cooled down, stretched, ate, stretched, showered, and stretched, we bought some ice and snacks, and headed towards Nauvoo. I iced while Dad drove. We stopped every hour or so, and I tried to walk around. Each stop, I waddled less.
Since our room doesn't have a tub, I have filled a trash can with cold water, and am about to dump in some ice and freeze my legs. Thus the long post.
Oh well, here goes.