The Aftermath

So. After diligently training for 18+ weeks, what does one DO after completing a marathon?

Well, for starters, they do a lot of fist pumping and walk around BEAMING. And pretty much just remain in that fog of excitement for the next week or so.

i may be in severe pain. but im too happy about that sub-4 to notice.

After posing for many photos with your friends and family who cheered you on in the chute, you then dictate a few strict orders–you need 2 bottles of water, one bottle of Gatorade and a banana–STAT, but the banana has to be kept out of sight and out of mind until the vom-feeling goes away (turns out, that will be an hour or two LATER).

You get giddy over the sight of stairs and pace up and down them as much as possible.

You walk in circles among a very crowded post-marathon party in the park while your friends and family reconvene and make plans for the post-race celebration back at your parents house.

After doing squats in the parking garage elevator, and severe muscle tightening on the car ride home, you nearly fall flat on your face while walking into the house because your legs have momentarily turned to jello. But you remind yourself how good the stairs felt only 30 minutes before, and climb them to go shower off the massive amounts of sweat and salt.

Then you spend a few hours chugging water, munching on the massive piles of delicious food your family made and fruit bouquets they ordered.

so pretty you don't really want to eat it. except for the fact that for a good hour or two, fruit was the only thing i could stand the thought of consuming.

After fielding many congratulatory phone calls, retelling the entire experience a few times over, and having many mental battles with your body over whether you should nap for a “few minutes” or power through and continue enjoying the company of people you’re hanging with, you finally decide on the first option. And pour yourself that long-awaited glass of vino.

there are no two things that would make me happier to be holding than what you see right here kids.

I’ve heard stories of people finishing their first, second, fifth and 23rd marathon and rocking out until the wee hours of the night.

Those people really ARE crazy. I passed out HARD on Saturday night. However, aside from one early-morning stair encounter (well, and some continued dehydration which I’m sure the wine didn’t help), I felt surprisingly okay on Sunday morning. Yes, of course I was tight and achy (still am), but all post-marathon pain-inflicting horror stories considered, I felt pretty darn good (and still do).

So when my very awesome family suggested that we spend the afternoon in the great outdoors of the beautiful mountains of Charlottesville, I was in!

No, we were not hiking. Again, I’m not crazy.

We were picnicking and sipping more sweet goodness at Kluge…known now as Trump Winery.

pay no attention to the fact that i look like a girl who ran 26.2 miles after something like 3 hours of sleep. and just know that it was a super pretty vineyard and an awesome dayafteramarathon thing to do!

Afterwards we also stopped at the bottom of Carter Mountain at an apple orchard, where though the apples were no longer in season, there were at least beautiful views to enjoy and lots of yummy fall treats, such as hot apple cider and homemade apple and pumpkin donuts.

dear virginia, i love you.

a lot.

From there it was catching a plan back to the Big Apple. While I missed having the JD in Richmond with me for this epic weekend, I think this is where I missed him the most. Traveling solo after such an adrenaline rush of a weekend was a little strange and slightly uncomfortable. Too quiet. Too somber. I was already missing the marathon, and the cheer squads. And as much as I wanted to tell every stranger passing by me at RCA that I had just run a marathon and wait for them to jump up and down and be giddy and full of questions, I had to refrain. Mostly because I knew it wouldn’t reap the desired results.

Luckily, that feeling didn’t last too long because the flight from Richmond is super short. And before I knew it, I was looking down on this:

hello you sexy, city you. get ready. im ready to run you next november.

I’ll now spend the next six months missing my Richmond marathon, the six months after that preparing to tackle New York. And on and off over the course of that entire year, be itching to sign up for another 26.2.

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10 Responses to “The Aftermath”


  1. 1 herrsolera November 15, 2011 at 10:03 am

    You always tell yourself (and your friends), “Dude, after we finish, we’re going to hit up the town and have some celebratory beers” … until you actually DO finish, realize that you feel like you got hit by a truck, don’t want to walk, can’t THINK of solid food, and just want to sleep all day. Maybe one day I’ll be good enough to soldier on the rest of the day. Until that time comes though, I’ll happily nap the post-marathon afternoon away.

  2. 3 patti November 15, 2011 at 10:21 am

    Katei..I LOVE you blog!!
    Chotch

  3. 6 runningismagical November 15, 2011 at 11:37 am

    Just read your marathon recap (I am so behind) – and you deserve bottles of wine! A sub4 first marathon is awesome!

  4. 8 Paige November 15, 2011 at 1:43 pm

    you’re amazing! so cool Katie!!

  5. 9 Gia @ rungiarun November 15, 2011 at 2:12 pm

    Congrats on the marathon!! Killer time 🙂 See you in DC!! Or maybe out and about in Central Park!


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