On August 20, after not nearly enough training, I completed my first marathon. Now, let's be clear: I did not run this marathon. I walked the entire distance. 26.2 miles in 7:02. A very brisk walk for a very long time. I hurt everywhere. My quads, my feet, my calves, my flabby underarms where my skin chafed against the straps of my Camelback water bladder pack. Everywhere. One of the first things I said when... Read more →