So, about that marathon thing…

[angela_n_hunt]

This is me jumping on the finish line telemetry bar:

This is me, roaring:

…

Night and day difference between the two marathons.

First one, I came in at 7:05 hours and I forget how many seconds.

Second? 5:47:21.

That’s five hours, forty-seven minutes, twenty-one seconds. Yeah. I shaved an hour and eighteen minutes off my time.

Not too shabby. Works out to an average 13:15 min/mile pace, compared to the 14:30ish of the year before. Still a profound experience. I burst into tears when I hit Mile 18 and the time was under four hours, because at that point, even walking, I knew I was going to finish under six hours.

Yeah. It’s one thing to train for a serious goal. It’s another to hit that goal so hard that you blow the doors off of it.

Right now, I am hanging on to this.

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[angela-n-hunt.livejournal.com]

I know, crazy, right? And what's interesting is that there's really only a fifteen pound difference between the first marathon and this one. Was actually a bit distressing, because the scale was telling me 160 (which traditionally is heavier looking than this on me) until I realized I put on a lot more muscle for this one and as a result... was a little denser.