I stayed home from work today. I felt drained and on the verge of a cold when I woke up...much worse than yesterday. I decided that spending the day in bed would probably save me from a week or more of illness, so that's what I did.
I was excited to tell everyone that I had completed the marathon, and happily accepted their congratulations. But I feel strangely dissatisfied. Maybe I am disappointed with my time. Maybe I feel let down because I worked so hard to attain my goal, and now it's done. Maybe I am just plain tired. I haven't run since Sunday, of course, and I probably won't attempt to until at least Thursday. I was so stiff yesterday that I couldn't walk very fast. I am a bit better today...even managed a couple of flights of stairs.
I have a few goals in mind: a 55-min 10k, a sub 2-hour half marathon. Maybe another marathon is in my future, though I don't think I'll do another one this year. All I know is that I need another goal to keep me motivated.