I wish I could write a meaningful post but I keep typing and deleting sentences. So I'll just say that I hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving.
It's looking pretty good. My coworker had some samples of Mederma so I've used that a few times and it's making a big difference. Scarring isn't really an issue to me, so I'm not about to go spend $20 on a tiny tube of the stuff but if someone gives me samples for free I'm all over it.
A few weeks ago I bought myself an iPad. Retail therapy. It amuses me. I'd been wanting one for ages but Tom had given me a laptop so I didn't really think I needed one. Obviously, my mind changed. Do you know, other than my mattress, the iPad is the MOST expensive thing I have ever purchased at one time? That freaked me out. Also, it is kind of a sad commentary on my life. What that says, I don't know, but it says something.
Anyway, I really like the photo apps but the camera is not as good as the iPhone. So I take the pictures with my iPhone and then the cloud lets me play with them on the iPad. Man that cloud is cool.
My time was atrocious but I was expecting that. I had a good start and was doing well until around mile four when my body realized what I was doing to it and was all WTF!?! Then around mile six we actually went right by the parking lot where my car was. It took everything I had not to get in it and drive away.
I wasn't the last half marathoner to finish.... I was second to last. WOoOo.
Hopefully, I'll be able to walk in the morning. Tonight I'm hobbling like an old old woman.
At first I wasn't going to do to the race. But I knew that if I didn't I would regret it, even if it took longer than my first half marathon or made my body hurt more than ever before. Tom was so proud of my "running". One of his coworkers said that he talked about it so much that she got kind of sick of hearing about it. So if I didn't do it, it would be like I was letting him down. But at the same time something that is already pretty emotional (I cried when I crossed the finish last at Virginia Beach last year) is going to be even more so now. Three plus hours (told you I was slow) is a long time to be rattling around in my head, over thinking everything. There isn't a loud enough, angry enough song to drown out my thoughts. Believe me, I've tried.
I went to pick up my race bib this morning and got another painful reminder that life will never be the same. When I filled out the race entry several months ago I had put Tom as my emergency contact. I remember joking with him that we were a super official couple now, even more than being Facebook official. His name and number are printed on the bib. Now I have to scratch through that and write in a new person.
Yeah, I'm really excited to do this race.