I Can't Walk...

The title is taken from an excellent song to run to by Maroon 5 entitled, "Not Falling Apart." The irony kills me.

I have been meaning to write a post about my lovely little Marathon. Two weeks later, here it is.
I went up to stay at my Gparents on Friday and ran the marathon on Sat. Here is an outline of events surrounding those two happy days.

On Friday I:

• Finished a final
• Bought new socks (they protected my princess feet from blisters. Miracles happen)
  
• Left my apartment without my running shoes (minor detail)...went back
  
• Went home for dinner
• Left home without directions to the marathon from my grandparents house...went back
  
• Got to my grandparents 3 hours later than originally planned

Saturday:

• Had a dream where it was time to go and so got up to go
• My phone read 12:28
• Stared at my phone til it changed so I knew it wasn't broken
• Woke up for real at 4
• Drove to SLC
• Took the wrong tracks up to the start line (with over 50 others...)
• Started the race late because the line was so long for the bathroom
• Ran
• ....ran
• and ran
• Finished
• Couldn't walk (sang Maroon 5)
• Wandered the parking garages of SLC trying to find my car...for a good 40 mins. (Please take a minute to visualize: pregnant sister that had to go to the bathroom and practically crippled just-finished-running-26-miles sister wandering, looking for a car that the said cripple forgot where it was parked). Ask me. I can laugh about it now.
• Went down the wrong street to get back on the freeway
• Took the wrong exit to get off the freeway (7 min detour, no prob)
• Home, Sweet Home.
  
• Dinner, Sweet Dinner.
• 7 pm: Crashed.

And the next day, I couldn't walk.

Though the weekend was quite the eventful one, I loved it. I finished in just over 5 hours, kinda slow, but had a goal to not walk the whole way. And as I loved telling people after, "I didn't walk and now I CAN'T walk!"