I was the marathoner with the blues last week. I had that rotten cold and a really sore knee the week before the marathon... Well, as one of you posted, the adrenaline kicked in and I was off! The whole weekend was great. I took Amtrak to Sac from Berkeley and had the most pleasant two hours of my life since my babies were born!! =) I walked to the hotel from the train station, checked in and headed out to the expo. Again, just so great walking around by myself. I was giddy. "Hi self! How have you been?" is what kept rolling around my head. After a great pasta dinner with some friends, I was back at the hotel and in bed by 9pm. The 4:30 wake up call comes in along with a pre-recorded message saying it was 37 degrees outside. OUCH! I was in my gear and headed out to the bus by 5am. The bus was chatty...so much anticipation! After waiting in the cold for an hour the race finally starts and I feeling great the first 16 (that's how it always is, right?) and then BAM mile 20 I'm just hating it. Even seeing my dearest friend at mile 21 didn't help. Mile 22-26 were sooooo hard. Much harder than my first race 4 years ago. I ended up walking about 10 minutes and was really bummed that I didn't beat my last time. However, I came in at 4:30 and I was pleased with that. Another post mentioned how she wishes she could do a 4 hour race... Me, too! But I really don't think it's possible. Especially now that I'm on the other side of 40!!! =) Anyway, I loved this race, even though the last part sucked. A month ago I promised myself I would never do another marathon and already.... I'm scouting out the next race. We're crazy...the whole lot of us!