After spending Sunday lounging on the couch and replenishing my lost calories, I got back in the game on Monday and became that person. Yes, the one who works out less than 24 hours after finishing a marathon. I think this is actually recommended? It certainly was in my book because my hamstrings were tight, but the more I sat, the worse they felt and while a little painful, moving helped. So I biked for 10 ridiculously slow minutes, then stretched and repeated. Hot tubbed for a good half hour while I was there. I skipped work on Monday because I was scheduled to be at the elementary school and my legs wouldn't have appreciated sitting on the floor or in little kid chairs.
I also drained my blisters on Monday night. I don't think most doctors recommend that either? Yet the one on the ball of my foot made walking pretty painful so I just disinfected a pin and got it over with.
Thursday I was back at the Y for a 30 minute bike ride. There is a 10K I want to do on Halloween so I hope to try running again on Saturday.
I spoke to my brother within an hour of finishing the race and one of the first things he asked was whether I'd do another marathon. Even then I said I'd do another half, absolutely, but the full would be a long way off, if at all. It seemed like everyone I talked to asked if I was planning to do another. Why do we have to think about the next one? Why can't I just celebrate this one? The bucket list says complete A marathon, not several...
Yet here it is, Thursday, and I can say without a doubt that yes, I would do another marathon. Seeing as I did pretty much everything completely wrong this time, I can only improve my time (by hours!)