I have been sick. So so sick. I finally got medicine from the doctor on Monday, but all weekend I couldn't get out of bed. I had a 103 degree fever. I was achy with a headache and sore throat and just plain miserable.

So apparently marathons do a number to your immune system. I hadn't even thought about it, but I guess it makes sense. And my roommate's been sick and I guess I just picked up a more serious version of her disease. I should have taken vitamin C or something after the race. Or I should have just remembered to take my Flintstones vitamins consistently, but I like never ever remember.

And as a result, I got wicked sick. I had to leave our homecoming football game early on Saturday because I got yucky. And of course that means I haven't been able to run either, which is killing me. The extent of workouts that I've gotten in since the marathon have consisted of one abs workout and one yoga workout because I had to teach them at the gym. Otherwise, nothing. And it's making me stir crazy.

But I can't even manage to eat solid foods very well yet. It hurts my throat too much to swallow. So I've been living off a steady diet of chicken noodle soup and applesauce. One of my roommates works at Smoothie King and is hooking me up with a smoothie after her shift tonight. I'm quite looking forward to it.

I'm really hoping I can kick the sickies soon....it's HALLOWEEN!!! this weekend and so much going on and I don't want to miss out because I'm still sick. AHHH it's so annoying!

So the official marathon pictures are up online. Check them out HERE if you're interested.

I'm missing running. The soreness is starting to subside so I'm hoping that I can start running again soon.

I'm looking for my next race. Any suggestions?

So...... I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't even know where to start. So I guess I'll just start at the start.

My mom and I headed up to Baltimore on Friday to pick up our bib numbers and race time chips and to hit the Expo (where I got a sweet Coolmax long sleeve shirt for $15). We grabbed a late lunch/early dinner at ESPNZone in Inner Harbor and spent some time walking around before heading back to the hotel, where we expected to be chilling for the rest of the night....

except.....Jess forgot to pack her watch. It was and still is sitting in a drawer in her apartment. So we ran back to the expo hoping they would have some on sale their, but they only had $50 Timex ones, and well there was no need for that. So we got extremely lost trying to find the closest Wal-mart. But eventually we found it and I got a cheap-o $7 watch, which worked just fine.

We both planned on getting to sleep early so that we could obviously have energy for the morning. I was antsy/nervous/anxious as heck though, so it didn't work out so well for me. I didn't eventually fall asleep only to be woken up at 1 in the morning by my new watch which had an alarm feature i was unaware of.

Woke up again at 5:45 to get ready for the race. It was a FREEZING 39 degrees outside. Average temp at start time for this marathon is 50. I chowed down a Power Bar and an English Muffin gulped down and some Gatorade.

I was so not sure what to wear but I went with capri tights and a long sleeve top with sleeves that are easy to roll up. They gave us complimentary gloves in our race packets which were money b/c we could just throw them out if we got warm during the race.

Used the porta-potties at the starting line like 3 times because I was so nervous. Found my pace group. I signed up to run with the 5:15 group, planning on staying with them for the first half and then dropping back for the second half on the hills.

8:00 a.m. and we were off and cruising. First three miles were completely uphill, never a fun way to start a race, but our pace group was killing our splits. We pretty much caught up to the group pacing to finish in 5 hours.

Mile 4 slight downhill into mile 5. Cruising along everythign is feeling awesome. I'm so energized and thrilled the pain in my calf from the previous day was not acting up at all. At mile 6 all of our pacers had to stop to use the bathrooms so another girl and I kept going together and we were still killing our split times. We were ahead by five minutes. We stayed together for most of the race.

The course flattened out around mile 7ish and stayed pretty flat through 14. We got to mile 13 and we were still five minutes ahead of the split we were supposed to be at. I finished the first half of the marathon in something like 2:30 (I don't remember the exact time, when they post the split I'll let you all know), which is ridiculous for me.

The second half though is pure hills. It's straight uphill from about 15.5 to 20 and then "rolling" (to be read mostly uphill with a hint of down on a rare occassion) until 25. Needless to say at this point in the race that was brutal. I did a lot of walking. Mile 19 was the last time I was under a split for the 5:15 pace.

By this point my feet were killing me. It was painful every time they hit the ground. But my roommate had this thing she kept saying the week leading up to race. She was going around saying, "My roommate ran a marathon, what's your's done?" and if she was feeling sassy she'd add a "what's your's done, bitch."

I'm not sure why I remembered that so vividly during the race. But since we weren't allowed to have music I just kept chanting that to myself over and over and over. It was weird but it totally took my mind off things. I also wrote half an essay for class that's due on Monday in my head as I was going. It was a damn fine essay so I hope I remember it.

I had a few goals this race. First and foremost was crossing the finish line. Second was running at least a small portion of every single mile. And third, was running the last quarter mile. I accomplished all of them. And I acutally ran way more of a quarter mile because these people at the end of the race were like the finish line's jsut around the corner....and well I was at the corner....and the finish line was not there. Not a happy moment for me. But I finished running and I was beaming like crazy.

My time, which I'm sure you all want to know by now, was 5:26:11 (by my watch) 5:26:16 by official time.

I have a blister running the entire length of my pinky toe (it didn't hurt at all during the race though so whatever it'll go away eventually) I am sunburned like crazy on my face. But no chaffing (thank you BodyGlide). The water and gatorade stops were my heros and well as the Gu stops. I've learned the Vanilla Bean actually is tolerable.

It was so cool seeing all the people cheering. There were some lonely spots were there was no one, or just one or two people spread out. But coming in through the end was the most amazing feelings. There were so many people and they were all cheering and holding signs and it was an awesome awesome moment.

I still can't really believe I did it. Back in April I could run 2.5-3 miles. And today I ran 26.2. It's crazy. I almost started tearing up twice in the race. I'm not sure why. Just emotional I guess. It's was an amazing experience. Nothing will ever top it!

I"ve been sick as a dog for the past 10 dayish, which means no running in the past 10 dayish because I couldn't breathe/broke into a coughing fit every five seconds. I'm really nervous about my marathon now. It's this Saturday (AHHH!!!!) and I feel like my training has slacked off quite a bit since I've gotten to school.

I went running this morning and my legs were feeling pretty fatigued by the end and it was only a shorty...just three miles. Makes me wonder how I'm every going to complete 26.2.

I'm really upset about the missed training time, but there wasn't much I could do. Some god-awful virus whipped around my apartment. Everyone got it, except my one lucky roommate who was popping vitamin C like it was her job.

I'm sure I'll still be able to finish, just not as well as I had hoped. It's my first marathon ever and I keep saying it's not about the time it's about crossing the finish line, but at the same time I want to know I did my best.

I guess I'm just nervous. 26.2 miles is quite a bit. But I'll finish. It'll be slow. It'll probably be painful. But I'll cross the finish line.

A bunch of my friends are coming to cheer me on and my roommates are making me a big sign. Haha they're the best. So I'll definitely have something to look forward to when I cross the finish line.

Oh and my mom decided in the summer that she was going to enter the half-marathon. (She's walking not running, she ripped her hamstring a few years back and hasn't been able to really run since.) We're hoping to finish around the same time because her race starts about 2 hours after mine, and I'll be going good and slow.

One thing I'm not looking forward to is the week after my marathon. I have four midterms in three days and I'm pretty sure marathon weekend won't allow for any studying to get done. That's going to be a rough week.