At mile 13, we were back at the winery and I needed a bathroom break. The ladies working at the winery were kind enough to let me use their restroom- it was absolutely necessary and I won't go into more details! I headed back out and believe me my legs did not want to move. Oh my gosh, I just wanted to collapse! Getting started again was very difficult, but I had 7 miles left and my kids had to get to soccer games at noon. I attempted to eat a few peanut butter crackers, but they were disgusting and I spit them out. I took another Roctane and prayed it would kick in and give me the energy I needed to finish.
I told Chris I needed some conversation because the time wasn't passing quickly enough for me. We had the discussion earlier about topics of conversation when I run with friends versus running with him. When I run with friends we talk about food, kids, periods, food, aches & pains, food and running- did I mention food? He told me he would rather talk about sex, drugs and rock & roll. Anyway, he was feeling bad for me, so he was more willing to transition to my favorite topics while we finished the last 7 miles. I love that man!
We ran out 20 in 3:10 although I did stop my watch during bathroom breaks. Of course, that isn't going to be an option during the marathon. We walked around like 80 year olds the rest of the day and fried in the sun at the soccer field. Chris was kind enough to text me from across the soccer field and let me know that I was walking like Frankenstein. I didn't care because I was just happy to be able to walk.
