Warning: There are graphic photos. If you can't handle pus and a seriously chafed coochie. Don't scroll down. Really. Don't.
There's running a 100+ miles and then there's the two weeks after running 100+ miles. They're equally painful.
Wait. Who am I kidding? The two weeks after is more painful.
At least I can finally put my legs together, which was impossible for about 4 days.
I don't even know where to start. The muscles? The chafing? The blisters? The nightmares?
Actually the muscles weren't so bad perhaps that's a good start. I'm going to venture a guess that had I not had those three IVs, I'd be much worse off in this department. In fact, I had so little muscle soreness that I thought it would be a good idea to ride my bike around for 30 miles on Sunday to cheer for the other half of Lisa Lisa during her marathon.
Thankfully, most of the trauma has gradually gotten better instead of worse. Take my feet, for example.
Unfortunately, while the other foot faired better on blisters, that foot, ankle and shin are still numb. I'm not sure I want to feel what this is going to feel like when they're finally not numb.
If the pain is anything like that I had from the chafing, it will push me over the edge.
More importantly, I'm hoping my running nightmares will end someday soon. As of last night, I was still stuck running the last 15 miles over and over in my dreams. There's no finish. Just running and running and running. Marji will not leave me alone. Even whiskey cannot kill him. He continues to stalk me. I have no idea what he wants.
Maybe Todd knows. Or Danny. This is all their fault anyway.
(Update: a few hours later that entire fourth toenail and most of the
skin around it came off. Maybe this sacrifice will make the Marji curse
leave me alone.)