Sunday, April 26, 2009

Day four: when peeing becomes an insurmountable challenge

Yes. I thought, after running the Victoria marathon, that I would feel great and have no pain. After all, at this point we are seasoned veterans, are we not?
Oh my god, the pain was tremendous. For two days after the marathon I had to lower myself onto the toilet with my arms because my quadriceps were broken.
Michael had wanted to do a trolley tour, the kind where you hop on and off at various intervals and I said it was a no go: I could not sit down and get back up again with any modicum of grace. At breakfast that morning I had almost overturned our table as I had to put all my weight on my hands to get out of my chair.
We decided instead to walk along the Freedom Path to try and get some of the lactic acid out of our legs. Saw Paul Revere's house. Went to a cool coffee shop in the North End (Little Italy). Toured the USS Constitution (neat tip: don't visit something that requires you to maneuver steep ladders after running a marathon). Went to Bunker Hill. Likely walked much further than we should have and it took us a long time and people old enough to be our grandparents were passing us.

2 comments:

judith said...

Did you mean the Boston or the Victoria marathon? Go SOX!

Duder said...

Ahhh.... I write confusingly. What I meant to infer was that after running the Victoria marathon I had felt so good and had almost no pain or stiffness, that I interepreted this to mean that any subsequent marathon would leave me feeling ever better than that! Which was really wrong.