…and suddenly it was over. Just ran the famous 42.195 kilometers again.
This time around I was not nervous about the run. The marathon itself even was not that bad, in fact it was great. But I was very anxious to get it done so I can move on already.
My goal was to finish in less than 5 hours and I indeed accomplished that. But that isn’t even what I’m most proud of.
What really impressed me was, that I didn’t even have sore muscles the day after the run. The only injury, if you want to call it that, was a sun burn on my bald head.
I consider myself very lucky to have such amazing friends, who made the journey to support me and who kept on the move through the city to cheer me on while I was running. Thank you so much!
Now I permit myself the luxury of waiting for more pleasant running weather before I resume my training for the next marathon.