PF Changs

So it's over!!! Hip-hip-hooray!! I ran the marathon yesterday, and while I am so glad I did it, I'm even more glad that it's over! Let me just tell you how bad it hurts. So bad. From my hips down I feel like every bone/joint is broken beyond repair. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning. Here I am right before the race. I'm not sure what kind of face I'm making because I wasn't really as excited as I look. Mile 1-mile 17 went great. I was ahead of my time and felling chipper. I had Twilight on my I-pod and was just running away. I ran a better 1/2 marathon time than I ever have. Starting at mile 17 I started to feel it. Not terrible pain, but enough to where I had to start giving myself pep-talks. I made myself drink 2 cups of Cytomax at every water stations which was probably the only thing that saved me. I didn't get hungry at all, I think b/c I stayed so hydrated. Here I am at mile 20. It was the biggest energy boost to see Clint. He ran with me for a while and took some pictures. After seeing him I did great for another mile or so. Then mile 22 hit. Wall. I hit that wall so hard and my body just shut down. My hips ached, my toes and arches of my feet throbbed, and my quads were screaming at me. I stopped to stretch a few times but refused to sit down because I knew I'd never be able to get back up. The last four miles were the longest, hardest four miles I've ever ran in my life. I remember reading Tiffany's post about how happy she was on the last mile, and the whole last mile I kept thinking--why was she so happy? This sucks! I was fighting tears the last mile. Seriously, I was super happy to be done and super happy that I did it, but oh my gosh. I hurt so bad. I didn't meet my original goal but was only 10 minutes past it. I finished in 4 hours 40 minutes. I walked in a daze to the family reunion area and just plopped on the ground and waited for Clint to come find me. I was so glad he was there with me. Isn't he cute? (PS:my teeth aren't usually yellow. I just got done eating a yellow popsicle.)
And here is my proof that we're pregnant. See that belly? I swear it was bigger than this a few weeks ago. I must've been bloated or something. Anyway, I'm glad I did it but don't know if it's something I'll be doing again anytime soon. Clint had to carry me up the stairs yesterday, and today is not much better. I'm walking around like a 90 year old grandma. All in all, I AM glad I did it and it feels good to know that I was able to push my body and my mind harder than I ever have before.