You guys. I did it.
26.2 miles in just under 5 hours and 30 minutes. I totally broke down in the last 6 miles. Forget 13 miles being the halfway point. The split is definitely 20 and 6. I started to really hurt around mile 17 but knew I still had a looong way to go, so I gritted my teeth (along with other things) and kept moving.
And then my legs began to HATE me. Somewhere around mile 21 I really didn't think I was going to make it. There were a few tears, but my cheering section got me through it and I don't know if I would have made it without them.
Leave it to a Type A perfectionist to focus on the fact that she could have done it faster (I was on target for 5 hours until the breakdown point), but getting faster will be the goal for next time. I now know I CAN do it. So that's that.
Oh, and my legs? They still hate me. As do my arms actually, and my shoulders, my back, and my heels. Going down steps is the worst (it engages the quads the most), and it may take me an extra half hour to get to work tomorrow because of the subway steps. I've been moving around like a 90 year old lady for the past two days.
Anyway, here's a shot along the course (I think about mile 10):
Crossing the finish line (that guy totally got in the way of my mom's vantage point):
The day after:
Chloe and Sammy (my parents' cat) were tired too: