Dumb, Dumber, Dumberer, and Dumbest of All

Dumb - that would be me, for not doing any kind of training (unless you count ambling along for 5 miles a few weeks ago) for the Wine and Dine Half Marathon, which I voluntarily signed up for and paid good money for.

Dumber - that would also be me, for signing up and doing a 5K on the same day of the aforementioned half-marathon. I don't think doing 3 miles on the day of a half-marathon constitutes a training run.

Dumberer - that would continue to be me, for signing up for a half-marathon that begins at 10 pm (which is at night, when most people my age should be asleep).

Dumbest of All - that would be me and the last straw, since in spite of no training, doing a 5K that morning, walking around World Showcase after doing a 5K, and a half-marathon start at 10 stupid pm, doing the blankety-blank thing anyway.

The good news is that I did finish, albeit technically it took two days. By Mile 10, my pace, pathetic as it already was, dropped off to a crawl. My feet lost all feeling, unless you count the knives that were stabbing into them, and were only relieved when the knives were stabbing into my back. My ankles were throbbing like a sub-woofer on steroids, and my wonky left hip spread the love by wonkinizing my left knee.

By the time I crossed the finish line, I was pretty much finished. Luckily, Ann, Molly, and Maribeth (who had an interesting half-marathon experience herself) were there to provide a Diet Coke and Maribeth provided me with an escort back to the room. After a Tylenol dose and attempting to find a comfortable sleeping position for all my aching body parts, I eventually fell asleep for a bit (did I mention by this time it was after 2 AM?).

So, the question remains, did I learn anything? And sadly, the answer is, probably not!

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Today's blessings: Finishing that dadburn half marathon; pre-race bus ride with Ann and Molly; pre-race chillaxin with Ann; Ann and Molly's texting; TNT lady who smoked me at the end; seeing Steve at Mile 12 water stop; Diet Coke and Ann, Molly, and Maribeth at finish; recovery