Well - it is over. The marathon went off without a hitch this past Saturday. 13.1 miles later and I was still in a good mood. My split was respectable for a first timer and I thought I had a decent finish in my sites. I was wrong.
After the hundreds of training miles, proper tapering, proper hydration and a great new pair of shoes ... the midpoint of the run was my highlight. At that point, I felt strong, relaxed and I just saw several of my friends cheering me on. What a feeling! The next 13.1 miles were horrible. I finished the race with a disappointment that I had never really felt in my life. Yes, there was some success - I finished the race. However, the time and the way the finish hit me has left me not caring too much about ever doing this again.
I imagine it will stay with me for a few days - they pain in my legs that is. The pain of failure will stay with me for some more time to come. It is good to be humbled - I have and will continue to learn from it.