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 night was party time. I have had a magnum of Veuve in my fridge for A YEAR waiting for S to run sub 1:40. Last year I think he went 1:40:30 ( a 10 minute PR) and refused to drink it. Well this year he went sub 1:40 and could finally open it. And I know I had too much to drink by the time dinner rolled around bc I didn't take a pic of my food haha - filet, scallops, risotto and asparagus, green beans and brussel sprouts. Plus the magnum and four additional bottles of champagne. We shared the other bottles, but not the Veuve :)
And then I stayed in bed until 2pm Sunday. Don't judge me.
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 night was party time. I have had a magnum of Veuve in my fridge for A YEAR waiting for S to run sub 1:40. Last year I think he went 1:40:30 ( a 10 minute PR) and refused to drink it. Well this year he went sub 1:40 and could finally open it. And I know I had too much to drink by the time dinner rolled around bc I didn't take a pic of my food haha - filet, scallops, risotto and asparagus, green beans and brussel sprouts. Plus the magnum and four additional bottles of champagne. We shared the other bottles, but not the Veuve :)
And then I stayed in bed until 2pm Sunday. Don't judge me.
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