So you can’t really recap a race that you didn’t finish or technically start, but I’ll keep the name for consistency’s sake.
Here’s my Mercedes Marathon in a nutshell—I was dead-set on pacing the hubs in his first marathon and thought that going from 0 miles to 26.2 with a bum hip/groin was a fantastic idea. Right. I ran, it hurt, I cried, and stopped at 13.1. The rest of the morning was spent cheering on friends, drinking beer and high-fiving runners at the BUTS aid station, going absolutely crazy when the hubs crossed the finish line, hobbling home, sleeping, and eating my feeling with Thai food. Oh well—there will be other races.
But most importantly, the weekend belonged to Zack (read his recap). Words cannot express how proud I am of him. Not only did he tackle his first marathon with virtually no training (sorry darling, but it’s true), but he ran the race smiling the entire time, finished in 4:35, and wasn’t even sore afterward. Uh, can we say not normal? I was a tad worried that the lack of training would catch up to him at some point and make him hate marathons forever, but he’s already started looking for his next race. Got him—hook, line, and sinker! Mwahaha.
So since I don’t have much to say about the race, I’ll show you instead: