January 5, 2010
I know I just posted thirteen seconds ago, but I saw this video on facebook and had to share it with the runners of the bunch.
I wanted to embed it here, but it was too wide....or something. So click this link instead.
Is it true or is it true?
9 comments:
I have yet to do a marathon, but have done two halfs (halves???) and I can at least attest to it being true for me. Like a lot. Like right now my quads are annoyed with me.
It was most definitely true the day after I ran Comrades. We ate at a small beachside bar/restaurant that was on a 2nd story. It was pretty obvious who had and hadn't run the day before watching people make the climb!
The girl trying to walk down a hill... that was totally me.
HA!
For me, who decided that it WAS possible to finish a marathon when your longest training run was only a little over 5 miles, that video depicted once I felt better by day three or four. I couldn't even get into or out of my car the day after...
I call it my "Joe Cocker Day" because all I can do is twitch and fling my legs around in a very Joe Cocker kinda way. Quite evocative!
oh man amy that got a legit LOL here! Between the blisters-on-blisters and the knots in muscles I didnt even know I had, I can relate to all of these! Well not the bleeding nipples thank goodness. Just bleeding feet. And let's talk about the first "run" after the marathon, days later...
LOL thanks!I have only run half marathons and I could relate.
I put this on my cyber-personal training website since I saw it on the day I had several people whining to me that they could not sit down to go to the toilet after the workout I had given them. Of course this made me very happy.
BrianFlash-I am from South Africa and running Comrades is on my Bucket List (If I feel like it ;) Are you S.African?? I watched it every year as a kid and used to cry when the people got eliminated at the half way cut-off.
Amen, sister. I stared down a flight of three stairs after my last half and didn't descend it for a solid five minutes because I knew my hamstrings would revolt.
And they did. Enthusiastically.
So much so that I had to stop mid-descent (yes, that's 1.5 stairs down) to muster the courage to get to the bottom.
Which was when my beloved husband appeared in the door way to point and laugh at me.
He's very helpful.
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