Dublin City Marathon

I finished!

It was very emotional. At about mile 15 I decided that I hated marathons, running, words of encouragement, mile markers & life itself. At mile 20 I was born again to a second wind that had me hi-fiving the bystanders. At around 22 my body was done with the run, but I made it keep running anyways. It was angry. Come last mile, headlines started floating through my head like "Delerious Marathoner Slaughters Thousands with Bare Hands". At the finish line I shed tears.

Now I'm at an Internet Cafe up THREE FLIGHTS OF STAIRS FOR SOME REASON but it's cheap so whatever. (Pardon my lack of beautiful prose at the moment). I have a coupon for a big ol' footlong Subway sandwich that I'm about to throw down on, it's gonna be some serious action. I want everyone to know that I eat meatball subs with EVERYTHING on them and if you don't, you're missing out.

In case anyone's wondering, a marathon is 26.2 miles or 42km (I seriously get asked this a LOT), I don't have my official time yet but my gate time was 4:20 (I'm guessing official is within 5min of this), and yes my legs hurt.

It was an intensely satisfying experience.

I am too hungry to write more.