I will be lying in bed, probably unable to move, clutching my marathon medal like a stuffed animal and hoping a bagel will magically appear in my hand.
My parents have booked their hotel. I was approved for the post-race vacation day I assume I’ll need. I got my transportation to Staten Island. And on Saturday night, for the first time in a while, I fell asleep with my compression sox on. (Sexy; knows it.)
It’s only starting to get real, but it’s also really exciting.