I mean, I’m stuck on the couch now, but it is total­ly worth it since I achieved my goal of a sub 4h marathon. I fin­ished right around 3h57m and a bit, and it was so sat­is­fy­ing. I felt great for almost the whole race. Kilo­me­ters 33–38 were kind of rough, but I had banked enough time to han­dle a gen­tle reduc­tion in pace. It is amaz­ing what a dif­fer­ence not hav­ing crip­pling knee pain can make. The extra year of run­ning seems to have made quite a dif­fer­ence, and hav­ing a great sup­port team (Thanks Mike!) pro­vide just enough encour­age­ment to suck it up and give a lit­tle more for the final 2k. Also, the race was much bet­ter sup­port­ed and the cor­rect dis­tance this year. I turns out that last year’s marathon course was on the long side — clos­er to 44km rather than just over 42km.

I should demand a refund for my “anti-blis­ter” socks though. I knew I would have some blis­ters about halfway in, but when I took off my shoes after the race, it was a bit shock­ing. So, here is the warn­ing for the foot-pho­bic. Gross feet pics are com­ing. Although, maybe the socks worked and the blis­ters would have been even worse…

Stu­pid show­er upstairs. I’ll just keep writ­ing to put off the get­ting-off-the-couch-and-up-the-stairs process. First my post-marathon knees — com­pare to last year.

I’m real­iz­ing that no one real­ly needs to see these pics, but I feel like doc­u­ment­ing them for myself. I will make them all small­er than nor­mal as a con­ces­sion. You can click to enlarge them if you must.

There are all sorts of secret blis­ter sur­pris­es that aren’t even vis­i­ble in this shot.

I did­n’t even feel this one, but it is the most visu­al­ly disturbing.

I mean, how does that even happen?


These secret, under­side of the lit­tle toe ones (on both feet) were the prob­lem spots I could feel dur­ing the race.

All total­ly worth it, of course, espe­cial­ly com­pared to last year. And now to face the stairs up to the bath­room. I wish I had some cake.