Being badly sunburnt the day after my first marathon is a fun way to explore new kinds of pain. Stairs are approached slowly, skeptically, and I'm walking around like a bull rider.
I was hoping to write about the marathon before the weekend on the off chance than any blog readers were in the race or in the crowd, but lost track of time. If you were there, I was the guy who most resembled a 12-year-old boy, wearing shorts far too big for me. (I somehow left my shorts at home and borrowed a friend's.)
I ran a 3:48 (results are here if you don't believe me), about three minutes slower than I was hoping for and about eight minutes slower than my pace from the first 17 miles. I hit a nasty wall late, but that's apparently how it goes in your first marathon. I finished, I'm happy that I did it, and that it's over.
Anyhow, I will be flying back to the East Coast today, so the blog will stay quiet until tomorrow before getting back to football. I'll have a Fantasy Fix video and a column then as well. Now it's time to explore the pain of sitting on a plane for six hours.
