I thought I had severe dehydration and heat stroke and was dying and needed to go to the hospital, and I told this to my father the physician, who assured me that I was not dying; rather, I had just run 13.1 miles. “My professional recommendation is that you not do that again today.”
After some rest, some Advil, some Diet Coke, and a Cardinals win, I am feeling much, much better. And now that the intense physical pain has subsided, I’m starting to get that rush of pride and accomplishment that I missed at the finish line.
HOORAY!
