What an exhausting day, at the marathon.
Oh, no, I didn’t run it. I watched. And I was beat before the race ended – between getting up before noon to take the train in, drinking my first beer whilst watching my friend make her signs, and walking all the way to the 6 train, yowza! That’s a lotta movement for a Sunday.
Tack on standing around watching people run; by the time it was 2:30 I needed a snack and a nap.
Mexican food? Well, stick a fork in me, I’m done.
In all seriousness though, congrats to everyone that ran the marathon. I didn’t get to see a single person I went into the city to cheer on, and got home at 6:00 exhausted, sore and starving, but it was a great day.
Is it weird to complain about back pain after watching someone else exercise? I think it was sympathy pain, and I want to eat a bucket of fried chicken as sympathy recovery meal.