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For my running, that is.

Hmmm.  First, I read so much about the post-marathon blues.  I did not get any.  None.  After the marathon, I felt good.  I will admit, I was disappointed with my performance and know I could have pushed myself and done so much better, but other than that, I had no let down.  I think it was because I had so much to catch up on around the house, that I had no time to think about the fact that the marathon was over.

I have had people ask me if I feel different now that I have completed a marathon.  Truthfully, I do not.  There are moments, when I just stop and think, "I cannot believe I am a marathoner.", but other than that, I do not feel any different. 

I am running again and this is the first week that I am back up to higher mileage again.  It feels good.  I was sore for the first week and, after most runs and workouts last week, I was so sore.  I could only attribute it to the fact that I was still recovering.

I am running with the Zooma ladies on Saturdays.  (Haven't registered for Zooma Annapolis yet?  Go do it now!  You will not regret it!





And on May 22, I am running the Run for the Dream half marathon (my hubby and J are running the 8K the day before, and A and K are running in the kids' races).  I would really like to PR at this half.  So, I need to work on speed.  For the past several months I have only focused on endurance.  I would like to get a bit faster too.  Being like a turtle is nice and all, but I would like to get faster.

So, speed work here I come.

And, I will be wearing these for my shorter runs now that the weather is nicer!

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  1. enjoy your ZOOMA ladies. It looks like a lot of our group is staying together now, training for something different. Its nice that ZOOMA Austin brought up together :)

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