Thanks for all your kind words, everybody. You guys rock!
Just to address a couple of comments:
Steve: I didn't talk to him a whole lot, just some encouragement from him at mile 21, and some chit-chat at the book signing. Seems like a nice enough guy. Firm handshake, looks you in the eye and everything. He was a little shorter than I thought though, maybe 5'7" or so.
Vic: You owe me a real hug.
Through last night, I felt fine, much better than expected, but getting out of bed this morning was surprising. Everything is sore, and there's a minor problem with one of my toes. It's swollen and hurts to bend it. I think it's probably nothing. The good news is there's no problems with the bone we do not speak of.
I'll think about running tomorrow night. Maybe an easy lap around Memorial.
I feel like I've overcome a barrier by just getting myself to the start line uninjured and still motivated. I have about four weeks before San Antonio. I have to admit, I'm more excited about running well at the Sunmart 50K in December.
There are so many improvements I can make. Perhaps, it's time I kicked things up a notch. I only pretend like I'm an athlete for a few hours a day, maybe I can pretend I'm an athlete most of the day, or maybe even all of the day. What would happen if I started eating like an athlete? Or if I started doing more than just base-building? What would happen if I started weight training, like I've been saying I'm going to do one of these days?
I guess the dieting is the main thing. I could stand to lose 10 pounds or 15 pounds, and I'm sure the ultra-convenient food I eat is not the ideal fuel for a finely tuned athlete like myself. I have a book called "Eating for Endurance," by Phil Maffetone. I've had it for months and haven't even opened it. Maybe I should open it.
I'll only do it if it would make for good blogging though. Would you folks like to hear about that? Or do you like to hear about me struggling with my snack-cracker addiction? Do you really want to see a Keith that's strong and empowered, fueled by fruits and whole grains and unrefined love? Something tells me that a Keith that is flawed and tormented and fueled by sugar and caffeine and sarcasm is more compelling.
Listening to: Wierd Al - Dare to be Stupid (Put down the chainsaw and listen to me.)