Mile 16. Three miles into the bad pain.
The really bad pain didn't set in until mile 21.
Rule #1: Instruct the spectators how to cheer for you, and they won't let you down.
Rule #2: Promote yourself shamelessly and the other runners will encourage you in your hour(s) of need.
Post-race massage. I barely felt it through the pain.
One tired dog.
(sweat + evaporation) x 4 hours = salt
How cool is that? I made salt!
8 comments:
Congrats on the first marathon. I have always admired anyone who can run 26.2 miles. And you're still smiling in the pics! The only way I can do a marathon is in a car with a full tank and snacks in the back. I may get hungry by mile 2. :)
You making salt = bad ass.
Salty dawg.
That or maybe you rubbed up against a deer salt lick somewhere in the deeply wooded areas of Pilsen. Or not.
Congrats on the run. Very cool, indeed.
The new spokesman for Morton Salt, everybody!
:: claps ::
Seriously, I'm so proud of you. I thought of ya a lot that day! :)
And here I had just assumed that the salt was the result of a spill in the lake during the Utah leg of the run.
Yeah Jake! That is a huge accomplishment! I am not surpristed by the added bonus of salt making, I always knew you were a fanatic multi-tasker.
Congratulations!!!
Congratulations--love the blog, by the way!
babe, if given the chance, i would've licked that salt off ;)
the shower room
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