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Oh Boy

It looks like Tula will still get to be the little princess.

It’s a _____!!!

My 2nd real life situation is right around the corner. Tomorrow is the day we find out the sex of the baby. In 19 hours, I can start preparing for either:

Catch in the backyard, train sets, baseball cards, fighting the school bully, talking about the Boston sports teams (minus the Patriots. They’re dead to me right now), T-ball, tree forts, Tonka trucks, BB guns, H-O-R-S-E in the driveway, all you can eat buffets, sports cars, building campfires, video games, dual Playboy subscriptions (secret dual Playboy subscriptions, of course), trips to Home Depot, remote control cars, street hockey, homemade nunchucks, etc, etc, etc!

OR……..

Makeup, perfume, mini-skirts, purses, shoes, cat fights, gossip, backstabbing friends, drama, crying, diets, temper tantrums, dating, prom night, birth control, pregnancy tests, stripping as a part-time job in college…………oh God, I think I’m having my 1st anxiety attack!

Ultrasound

I’m 28, so I’ve only had a few ‘big’ moments in my life thus far. I graduated college, got married, ran a few marathons. BFD. You pretty much know beforehand the outcome of all these events. I’ve been to graduations before mine, I knew what to expect. Finishing a marathon is more of an accomplishment than anything. Extremely satisfying, yes, but once you cross the finish line, the happiness and triumph is completely overshadowed by exhaustion, knee pain and bloody toenails.

Weddings are a bit more serious. Not because you are about to commit to another human being for the rest of your existence, but because there’s a $40,000 party afterwards with 200+ guests and if everything doesn’t run 100% according to plan, there will be crying in the bathroom and ‘until death do you part’ might come sooner than you’d like.

I can easily say that the day of our first ultrasound was by far the most real life situation I have ever been a part of. And not only was I a part of it, I was one of the main characters! I kinda felt like a giant garbage bag of emotions was smashing against the side of my head. And to say that I don’t get very emotional is a vast understatement! I honestly thought I was going to have a heart attack.

Now, the room itself does not help matters. I expected a nice colorful, bright, uplifting room for such an exciting event (for most). I bet Charles Manson’s prison cell has a cozier feel than this place. The words cold, dark, empty and uncomfortably quiet come to mind when I think of it. And this room was night and day compared to the waiting room. I can’t even get into the waiting room (but I will).

The waiting room to Hell is a happier place than the ultrasound waiting room I sat in for 90 minutes. You’d think they’d have some comfy chairs, a few magazines, God forbid a few framed pictures of some giggling babies on the frigin walls! The chairs, I believe, were made of frozen steel, the carpets and walls were a lovely matching dark gray and the tabletops were magazine-free. No magazines! My bathroom at home has half a dozen magazines! What do they expect me to do for 90 minutes?! Listen to Jacky say ‘I have to pee so bad’ every few minutes because she needs a full bladder for the ultrasound? So, we did what every normal couple does in this situation……..played the game ‘Who planned and who got knocked up?’

On the bright side, I did get a chance to glimpse into my not so near future of parenthood while observing the horribly behaved children waiting with their parents. I suppose it was worth the 90 minutes. I did learn a very important lesson – never ever bring your kid out in public. Got it.

The ultrasound machine is quite impressive, but I’m still a little unsure how this thing can see inside your guts. On the other hand, the images it generates aren’t anything to write home about. The picture looks like a green and black Doppler radar screen, at best. And when they finally focus in on the little tike, you’re shocked to see that your wife will be birthing an oversized cashew in 7 months. That’s it!?!? The greenish kidney bean inside that thunderstorm is my kid? That doesn’t look so scary. I can raise that, no problem.

17 Weeks and Counting

Not only is Jack preggers, but she is 17 weeks preggers! She has a belly and everything. I had a better picture to insert here, but apparently computers these days alert pregnant chicks when a picture of their bare baby bump is being uploaded to the Internet. It was immediately removed. So, picture a preg belly. That’s what it looks like.

This is the best I could do. And no, that is not a traditional New Year’s Eve pupu platter for 1 under her shirt. Trust me, it’s a baby!

So far, so good. You honestly wouldn’t know she was preg if it wasn’t for the bump. Well, you would probably notice her not consuming alcohol, which gave us away in the first place.

It’s sad when a girl doesn’t drink booze at a social gathering that people start thinking/assuming that she might be pregnant. We went to one party back in October (one party!) and our friends and family already started the whispering. And Greek people whispering is the same as normal people shouting. The sister tells the dad, the dad tells the mom, the mom tells the aunts, the aunts tell the cousins, the cousins tell the cashier at the supermarket, the cashier tells the guy who stocks the shelves and so on and so forth. And keep in mind that this is all after Jack drinking water at one party. One party! I wasn’t drinking that night either, but I was just called a loser, not pregnant.

After the first few get-togethers of ordering non-alcoholic beverages, you start seeing the side-stares. At restaurants, it was like Duck, Duck, Goose when the waiter was circling the table gathering drink orders. Everyone was just waiting for the ‘hopeful’ pregger to order. And when she didn’t get a glass of wine, all the eyes at the table locked together. There may have been texting to each other under the table as well, I’m not sure. You could hear the mind giggles and the ‘oh my gosh, she didn’t get wine! This is the 3rd time in a row she hasn’t had alcohol at dinner. She’s definitely pregnant!!!!’

We knew they were onto us. I mean, the Hubble telescope could see they were onto us. So, we threw them a little curveball. At Thanksgiving, Jack asked for a glass of wine. The widened eyes and floor-stares were comical. We thought that would put an end to the pregnancy gossip. Twenty-eight years and I still underestimate these people. It didn’t end, it got worse. They all watched every single fake sip of that glass of wine. If someone missed seeing a sip, they were pulled into the dining room and updated immediately.

‘I’ve seen her put the glass to her mouth five times and the wine level is still exactly the same.’

‘I saw her turn her back and spit some back in.’

‘I saw the baby kick under her shirt.’

Don’t laugh, I guarantee someone thought that and told another family member.

We ‘surprised’ our families that weekend with pictures of the 1st ultrasound. They said they knew and were just waiting for us to tell them. I think they were more excited that they were right and solved the pregnancy mystery.

My mom is already knitting the kid some hideous sweater.

…………and so it begins.

Mike’s Baby Blog

Most people already know this, but just to make the official written statement (and to completely shock the few who are unaware)………Jacky is pregnant.

Yes, I will be raising a human being soon.

For the next 6 months (and essentially the rest of my life) Mike’s Marathon Blog will really be Mike’s Baby Blog.

New Year, New Workout

I know I always say this, but I promise that I will start posting more…….starting right now!

2011 has begun and so has my new workout plan. My back is hopefully somewhat healed and ready to go.

I hate the gym. Let me rephrase that, I hate the people at the gym. People hogging equipment, just sitting there watching Oprah while I’m trying to get my workout in and get out of there ASAP. Plus, the gym I go to is small and jam packed all the time. How annoying is it when you walk over to the row of 50+ treadmills and they’re all occupied? It has to be one of the worst feelings in the world. Of course all this aggravation quadruples in the month of January when all the slobs decide that ‘this is the year’ they’re going to drop the pounds. After January you don’t see them again until the following year because they came to the conclusion that sitting at home stuffing their face is way easier than walking/wheezing for a mile on the treadmill. Plus the ‘New Year’s diets’ tend to expire after a few weeks, so quitting the gym and transferring back to fast food for lunch goes hand in hand.

I wanted to see if I could avoid the gym as much as possible this year. I like going to Spin classes on the weekends, but that’s it. I typically run outside (and I have a treadmill at my condo gym if need be), so I just needed to squeeze in my weight training somewhere.

My goal for the beginning of the year is to still give my back as much rest as possible, so limited running and definitely no heavy lifting. I tried to fit swimming into my schedule, but it wasn’t happening. My two options were waking up at 5 am or go while the synchronized swim team was in session. Umm, pass on both. There was an open hour at 10 pm on Wednesday nights. Tempting, but no. Hey Andover YMCA, maybe not allow so many teams/lessons/classes hog the pool so we, the people paying $52/month, can use the frigin pool once in awhile?! Thanks.

Circuit training at the gym is even more of a nightmare. I need at least a 20 square foot area and continuously use many items including numerous dumbbells, a Bosu, bands, balls, etc. Even though the medicine ball is less than 2 feet from me and even some times when my feet are on it, some slob that hasn’t been to the gym since  will come over and take it. Not even an ‘are you using this?’ Nothing! They just take it, sit on the ball right next to you, get their favorite song playing on their iPods and continue being mesmerized by Dr. Oz. You sit there and stare at them with your mouth open, you can even say something to them. It won’t matter. Just remember, they’ll be gone in a few weeks. They’ll be gone in a few weeks.

I decided to set up a little gym at my work. There are a few vacant office rooms that are perfect for a quick workout at lunch. I started gathering some of the equipment I would need when my sister asked me if I wanted to try P90x. She’s been doing the videos for quite some time now and loves them. All of the videos are an hour long and you only need a pull-up bar, a few dumbbells, a TV and a DVD player. From what people tell me, P90x is amazing, but you need to be completely dedicated at least 5 days a week. I can easily do that because I wanted to workout every day at work during my lunch break or right when I get out. I also wanted to do Yoga a few times a week and one of the videos is a Yoga workout. Perfect!

My parents had an old TV and DVD player that they didn’t use at their house, I made a trip to Walmart for the equipment and my sister gave me the DVDs. I ate like a pig and laid on the couch all weekend because the New Year, the new workout and the new diet starts Monday!

I’ve gained around 12 pounds since November 7th. This is an accurate number. Hard to believe, yes, but it’s true. I am completely out of shape, my diet is destroyed and haven’t exercised in 63 days. And little did I know that I was on the verge of the hardest (non-running) workout I have ever done in my life. I started P90x on Monday. I currently cannot move one part of my body.

Maybe I am exaggerating a bit? I can move my eyelids. I can move my fingers, hence me typing this. I can sort of wiggle my toes, but it hurts my semi-sprained ankle on my left foot. I can shampoo the front of my hair, but not the back. I literally cannot reach that far. It’s hard to imagine, at this point, that I ran the New York City Marathon 2 months ago and couldn’t get through three 1-hour exercise videos.

I took an ice bath last night. An ice bath! After 3 videos! My knee is cut from falling off a chair the first day. I rolled my ankle during one of the horrible jumping exercises on Tuesday. My legs were like noodles yesterday that the wall in my office is barely standing because I fell into it so many times.

Five months to train for Boston and three more for NYC. I spent 2/3 of 2010 training to run marathons and in only 9 weeks I lose every single muscle I worked so hard to build. Urgghhh.

I need to start again next Monday. I can’t continue the rest of the week. I can barely move and I’ve been having nightmares of Tony. Even daymares. So ‘Week 1’ might take me a few weeks to complete, BFD. Instead of P90x, it will be more like P104x. I’m fine with that.

As long as I finish before June 26th…………to be continued.

What a Year

Mike’s Marathon Blog is up and running again…….I know you’ve all been checking every day!

If someone said to me a year ago that I would finish 2 World Major Marathons in 2010, I wouldn’t have believed them even if I had already signed up for them! The farthest I had ever run at that point in my life was 13.1 miles. And I had only done that twice!

People ask me all the time, ‘why did you all of a sudden start running?’ and ‘what ever prompted you to run A marathon never mind two never mind the Boston and NYC Marathons?!’

My answer…………….I really have absolutely no idea!

It just sort of happened! I started running to lose weight, I know that much. But a lot of people start running to lose weight and 3 months later they’re back on the couch with a bag of Funyuns.

I do know one thing, I feel 1,000,000 times better when I am in shape/exercising/running/training. Since November 8th, I have done nothing. When I say nothing, I mean nothing! For the past month, I consider walking the dog exercise. And trust me, that is the most I’ve done. I’ve been eating Fluffernutters for breakfast, bologna sandwiches for lunch, anything and everything for dinner and have not gone a night without having some kind of dessert. I kid you not! I feel terrible! And the worst part about it, I don’t think my back has healed at all.

I gave my back until now to heal however much it could in that time span. Unfortunately, it still hurts a little. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nothing like it was during the summer or leading up to NYC, but I can still feel some pain down there.

I am starting to work out again in a week. I haven’t nailed down a definite schedule yet, but I am going to try the P90X tapes and start running again. No long distances, just a few miles two or three times a week. I will also be re-joining my weekend Spin classes at the Y and doing an hour of Yoga once or twice a week.

My goal is to focus more on my core and see if that helps my back at all. I am getting another MRI done in the May time frame, so I have 5 months to get in shape. Just in time for the golf/marathon/triathlon season.

2010 was a great year. More of my friends got hitched, some had babies, I became a Godfather, ran a few marathons, got down to my lowest weight since I was probably in middle school, my hairline didn’t completely disappear (although I don’t think I will be saying that about 2011), the Pats are 14-2, the Sox got some much needed players and most importantly, everyone I know was healthy and happy (relatively speaking of course).

What lies ahead for me in 2011? Something that will make 2 marathons look like a walk in the park.

To be continued…………..

Happy Belated Thanksgiving

I love marathons in November because the holidays makes my post-marathon face-stuffing that much better. It’s been 2 weeks, but it feels more like 20. Mainly because I have been eating and doing absolutely nothing since. I haven’t worked out, run, lifted a weight, nothing! And I don’t plan on doing anything until January. I am giving my back 56 days to heal.

The blog will be a little slow for the next few weeks until I start training again.

But, ya never know!? I might have a few things to blog about before then……….

Stay tuned!

The New York Time

5:13:48.

Not the exact time I had envisioned. Even with a bad back and limited training, I still never thought I would ever run that slow. I’ve never run that slow in my life! I know I’m not Ryan Hall, but I know I’m not Al Roker either. It just doesn’t make any sense……..or does it?

When my friend Miriam and I first started training together, we obviously talked about whether we would run together on race day, what pace we would train at, what kind of time were we shooting for, etc. She had run the San Diego Marathon a few years ago and didn’t exactly have a dream run. I was coming off a 6-month training program, suffering from a herniated disc and just finished one of the toughest marathons in the world. Trust me, I was not setting my NYC goals too high.

We decided to run a steady, fun (well, as much fun as you can possibly have running 26.2 miles) and stress-free race, stay together and pace ourselves at 10-minute miles.

During our long-runs on Saturdays, Miriam would wear her Nike distance monitor and I always had my stop-watch. She would tell me what mile we were at and I would keep our pace. These were slow runs meant to condition our legs for mileage and not time. We talked, took our time and tried to enjoy the many hours of pavement pounding as much as possible. During the runs, I would always keep us within 9 to 10-minute miles. I don’t ever recall going under 9 or over 10. Even our 18, 19, 20 and 22-mile runs were in the 9-minute per mile range.

After weeks and weeks of training, we knew we would finish NYC between 4:15 and 4:30. This was pretty much the same range I had for Boston. Even assuming a slower pace towards the end, it still gives you some room to play with. This was not a ‘goal range.’ This was THE range. This was our running pace. If we went for a run right now, we would run around a 10-minute per mile pace. We would not be running slower or faster during the race. 10-minute miles times 26.2 miles is 4:22.

Did we run on a route with the same degree of difficulty as the NYC route? We trained on the hardest section of arguably the hardest marathon in the country. The route wasn’t the problem.

Did my back cause the difference? No. My back did not hurt until the very end. At that point, we were way past our goal-time.

We were actually discussing this throughout the race. Mainly because we could never set a pace. I remember being really strict with time for the first few miles. This is when many runners let their adrenaline take over and run twice the speed they want for the first half of the race, only to realize at mile 20 that they can’t stand any longer.

After mile 1, we were around 11:45. I thought, ‘OK, it was a slow start and we really didn’t even start running until we were 50-feet past the starting line.’ I let it pass. Mile 2, we were still at the same pace, around 24 minutes. This is when I started thinking something was strange. Then Miriam’s distance monitor was acting-up. After we passed mile 3, I asked her what her monitor read. She said ‘4.25.’ OK. This isn’t good.

After mile 7 or 8, I decided to reset my watch for 1 mile, hoping it would be around 10 minutes and we could set a pace from there. After the mile, I looked down to see something like 11:50. How is this possible!? We were running the same speed we always had, maybe even faster!

We were somewhat aggravated, not only with our trouble pacing, but with the insane number of runners we were dodging almost every 10 feet. It felt like we were cars weaving in and out of traffic. It was very frustrating and unfortunately continued the entire race. The worst part about it was that we couldn’t avoid it. People would just stop running right in front of you. Your only choice was to swerve around them. We never really thought about how it would affect our legs towards the end of the race or how it added to the outrageous distance we were already running. How much more distance could it possibly tack on?

At the halfway point, we were around 2:30. We couldn’t figure it out and decided to just let it go. Talking about it any more was simply useless. We were a little upset, but mainly confused.

I stopped my watch, but come to find out later, Miriam never stopped her distance monitor. We never spoke of mileage after 13.1, so I assumed she turned it off as I did. After we crossed the finish line and walked for what it seemed like 10 miles to the exit, Miriam told me her monitor said we ran 31.25 miles. I laughed. At that point, I was really focusing on not puking, not collapsing to the ground and not having a heart attack. She could have said we ran 45 miles and that there was a unicorn jogging next to us and it really wouldn’t have registered.

Miriam texted me our time when I was driving home from Logan. I knew it was somewhere around 5 hours, so I wasn’t too surprised. I wasn’t mad, but I still couldn’t understand how we ran that slow. How did weeks of running 10-minute miles all of a sudden turn into 12-minute miles?

It took me a few days, but I finally remembered the distance Miriam told me we ran after the race. I know those monitors are never 100% accurate, but they’re usually within a mile or 1/2 mile. How was hers off 5 miles? Our 5:13 time comes out to 12-minute miles for 26.2 miles. But what does 5:13 come out to for 31.25 miles?

I punched a few numbers and couldn’t believe what I saw. I texted Miriam immediately! Maybe dodging all those people really did add on to our mileage!?

A marathon route is measured in a straight line. I remember our Boston coaches telling us not to run on the outside of the road because you will absolutely run more distance than you have to. Some times miles more! And that is still running straight! What happens when you’re running from one side of the road to the other?!

Could it be possible that we ran over 31 miles?

We thought we were running 10-minute miles throughout the entire race. BUT, if we were running extra distance within each mile during the race, our time would be skewed. Skewed enough for a 12-minute per mile pace?

5 hours and 13 minutes divided by 26.2 miles comes out to a 12-minute per mile pace. BUT, 5 hours and 13 minutes divided by 31.25 miles comes out to exactly a 10-minute per mile pace! EXACTLY! The same pace we thought we were running the entire time!

Marathon finishers? Please! We are ULTRAmarathon finishers!


A LONG Marathon Recap

I have never allowed a guest appearance on my blog before, but this felt like the perfect time. I received an email the other day from my very good friend and marathon partner, Miriam. She sent a ‘marathon recap’ email to her family and copied me. Since she spent 13 consecutive hours with me on Sunday (and believe me………they were not pretty!), I believe she deserves at least a partial post in the marathon blog. Just for the last few miles alone, she deserves a post. Around mile 21, my IT Band was as tight as Rosie O’Donnell’s waistband and she definitely helped me through it.

So, without further ado, our New York City Marathon recap by Miriam Gorman (with a few additions/subtractions from her running partner. Sorry Miriam, but I am editor in chief of Mike’s Marathon Blog!):

– Woke up at 4:45 a.m. to catch the Children’s Hospital bus to the start. We got to Staten Island around 7 a.m. and headed to the Charity Village section where Children’s had a tent. I’m sure a tent doesn’t sound so thrilling to everyone, but it was a lifesaver from the wind. It did absolutely nothing for the cold since it was around 30 degrees!

– We ate our breakfast and tried to stay warm until we had to drop off our bags (with warm clothes, iPods, phones, etc). Unfortunately, we still had an hour and a half till our start. The race had 3 different waves and we were last. As the first 2 waves made their way to the corrals, runners discarded their clothes in different recycling bins around the start site. We grabbed them! Fun fact – 16,000 pounds of clothes are donated to charity from the race every year. I was wearing a pair of men’s XL sweatpants. They kept me somewhat warm until I had to ditch them at the start.

– It was finally time for us to line up in our corral. We walked for about a half a mile to the actual start. At 10:40 a.m., we crossed the starting line and began running. Ten seconds later, we came to a dead stop. It took a few minutes before we were actually jogging across the bridge. There were SO MANY RUNNERS!!

– At about mile 5, two other huge groups of runners funneled into one (the NY Marathon has a few different routes at the start. Mainly because runners are on the top and bottom of the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge). We already thought the runners were hard to dodge, now there were 3-times as many!

– At mile 8, I saw a college friend and fellow runner (and also an angel!). At mile 10, we saw a friend of mine from college, Kelly, who was so excited to see us. Her cheering us on was awesome!

– Around 2 hours into the run, I had to pee. Actually, I had to pee for about an hour at that point. Miriam kept making me run past outhouses because the lines were too long. I agreed and didn’t want to stop until the both of us had to go. We finally came to a porta potty with only a few runners in line. We stood for a few minutes until Miriam noticed a church behind us. She jolted up the steps and I unwillingly followed. After a few minutes inside, this is the conversation that ensued:

Miriam – “Where the @%$# are the bathrooms in this place!?!?”

(still searching for the bathrooms while shouting $%&#, !*@$ and &%*$#)

Miriam – “Holy $#*!, there’s a service going on!”

Mike – “Let’s get the @%$# out of here! I hate you! Why are we even in here?!”

We stopped to pee at a McDonalds a few minutes later……….and apologized to God.

– At mile 13.1 (halfway point) my watch said we had run over 15 miles. We had been running for almost 2.5 hours. Mike and I were confused. We were running somewhat slower than what we had trained, but it was unavoidable due to the volume of runners. At that point, we gave up our goal of finishing in under 4:20. It seemed impossible (more to come on this topic in an upcoming blog, The New York Time. Clever huh?).

– At mile 15, Mark, Jacky, Mark’s parents, sister, her kids and cousin were holding homemade signs and cheering for us like we were in the lead or something. We were feeling great, stopped to say hello for a minute and kept going. I think Jacky and Mark were more relieved to see us than anything. We were 45 minutes off our pace at that point and they told us afterward that they were certain something happened to Mike’s back. When they finally saw us, and he was actually running with a smile, they were shocked!

– Miles 15.5 – 17 were over the Queensboro bridge. It was not so fun (to say the very least!). No fans could get onto the bridge, so it was eerily quiet. All you could hear were cars driving overhead and people heavily breathing. This is also the point where many runners started walking, which meant much more running for us. It seemed that 90% of the runners walked the bridges along the course (and there were a lot of them). It was like we hit a wall of people walking. Mike and I couldn’t even run together. We were dodging people and maneuvering a ton just to jog, let alone run.

– We ran past the Children’s Hospital cheering section at mile 17 and saw my friend from high school, Jane and her husband, a few miles later.

– Miles 17-19 were up 1st Ave in Manhattan. The crowds were great and were filled with even more fans than Queens and Brooklyn.

– Mile 19-22 through the Bronx were tough. I hit the wall. I was kinda bored actually. There were not as many fans and I was getting hungry. The bananas I’d eaten along the course were long burned off (I remember this being the hardest part of Boston. At some point, you just want to stop running. Not simply because your legs feel like throbbing Gummi Bears, but because you have been running for over 3 straight hours! I can barely watch TV for 5 minutes without getting bored and changing the channel. Do you know what goes through your mind after a few hours of running? Craziness!!!).

– We entered Central Park around mile 22. It was amazing! The fans, the Park, everything.  We knew we were going to see Mark, Jacky and the Gorman crew soon, so that definitely motivated us to keep going. We finally saw them at mile 25. There was no stopping for chit-chat this time. We were in no mood (or shape for that matter) for chit-chat!

– We crossed the finish line in 5:13 minutes. Not what we had imagined, but we finished!! And the first thing we wanted to do after running 30+ miles? We were herded along for about a mile before being able to pick up our bags and exit out of Central Park. It was probably the worst part of the day, more than the 3-hour wait in the cold that morning. The security wouldn’t even let anyone stop to stretch and kept making us move. There were lots of people cramped up, we were freezing, could barely walk and were very ready to get out!

– When we finally reached Jacky and Mark, they had ice cream sandwiches waiting for us!!!! Just what we had asked for!!

Even with the cold, the 46,000+ other runners and the not so great time, it was an INCREDIBLY, AMAZING experience.  I had written “MIMI” across my race jersey and Mike had “MIKE” on his. We heard fans cheering “go Mimi, go Mike!!” literally every 2 feet (we also had the names of all the kids we were running for written on the backs of our singlets).

Running through the 5 boroughs and seeing their idiosyncrasies was very cool. The bands along the way (even the bad karaoke girl) were fun. Not once did I feel like quitting, even when I hit the wall. We pushed through it. Central Park gave us a 2nd (or 3rd or 4th or 19th) wind. I wore my medal the whole next day and so many people congratulated me. I loved it 🙂 I’m still tired 4 days later, but I’m already thinking about Chicago in 2011!!!

Thank you all for your words of encouragement and support!