It's been over a week now since the Houston Marathon ended...and I am maybe, finally feeling a bit recovered. Race week is always the longest and shortest week of the year. And it's still hard to focus. Like don't want to write anything or call anyone or do anything. Sunday night we had our last full Committee Meeting. Monday was Why I Run Day at the Park. Tuesday was dropping off Lola and moving downtown. Wednesday I got settled into my office. Thursday we hosted a media/crisis communications training. Friday was the pre-race press conference. Saturday was the 5K. And Sunday was the marathon and half marathon. It's a struggle to remember the details of the week. S helped me out all week and basically kept me sane. Or tried to anyway. The twin arrived on Thursday. Someone had a meltdown Friday night. The hotel restaurant was dumb Saturday night. I almost fell asleep in the bar Sunday night. After a week of very little working out, running and yoga, Saturday nigh...