Friday: Saw the dentist in the morning (the usual verdict: "nice teeth, floss more") and then went on a shopping spree with mom for some "professional" clothes that I can wear to school and clinicals. Can I just say, outlet malls are amazing? We spent $148 at Banana Republic... and, according to our receipt, SAVED $99... meaning our total bill was 65% less than it would have been in a regular retail store. Wow. I got a dress, a pair of pinstriped pants, various tops, a pleated button-down, and two long, flowy cardigans. I look hot. :)
Saturday: Went furniture-hunting and to Einstein's with Catie, then hung out with my cousin Megan at Starbucks for a couple hours. For those who don't know, this is the cousin who swims at the national level; she's turning 17 in a couple of weeks and has 5 colleges picked out. The state championship swim meet is this weekend, and her times at that meet will determine the percentage of scholarship money that each of her top choices offer her. (Talk about pressure!) I chilled out by myself for a while that afternoon, took a bath, and then Catie and Robert came for dinner that night -- pork, baked potatoes, and grilled veggies. (Quote of the evening, from Mom: "Two's company, and three's... a porn film.")
Sunday: Marathon day! I was up by 4:30 and on the shuttle bus at the Kings Avenue parking garage by 5:30. It was chilly in the morning (all the portable lights had small clusters of shivering runners around their bases, trying to soak up the warm air the generator put out... see here, LOL) but warmed up quickly; the road was littered with long-sleeved shirts by mile 3. (To attest to the degree of warmth, I have a lovely iPod-shaped sunburn on my arm today.) The stretch of running on the beach (mile 6-8) was awesome; the tide was all the way out and there was a light breeze and low surf. We ran north, through some really beautiful neighborhoods, then turned around and came back south, back over the Intracoastal Waterway (which was a huge bridge; lots more fun at mile 2 than it was at mile 25, let me tell you!), and finished where we'd started, at the Mayo Clinic. It was a really tough race for me; I never quite bounced back from being sick in December and I compounded that problem by going out much too fast (ran the first 5 miles in 52 minutes!), meaning I had an utter meltdown between miles 17 and 20 and didn't think I was going to be able to run any farther at all, period. But I did finish the race (albeit 8 minutes slower than in 2008), and that's what counts.
Anyway, so I came home, showered, packed, went and spent an hour or so with my grandma, and then flew home. I had taken today off work with the anticipation that I might not actually need the day off (oh, such optimism...), but after a delayed flight and a much tougher race than I anticipated, I was VERY glad I'd had the foresight to do that. Therefore it is 11am on Monday morning and I am still in my PJs. My goals for today are simple: unpack, soak in a tub with my sore-muscle bath salts, and stuff my face as much as possible. Also, when Liz gets home, a quick trip out for some light grocery shopping (Mom got me hooked on cheese grits again, so I definitely have to go get some).
Any tips for marathon recovery, send 'em my way... my quads are currently screaming at me.