Eugene was great for many, many reasons; but one was the free 15 minute massage at the end. Bonus! After the rub down we headed back to the hotel for our well deserved Fireball whiskey. A standard post race event I’m told from Brooke. So like a good Indian, I followed the plan. I didn’t even put up a fight.
We finally made it home and celebrated with the family. I think my husband was more relieved I got sub 4 then I was. Good lord I could stand another 6 months of my bitching either.
My son was really proud of me but disappointed I didn’t qualify for Boston; he was really hoping to see The Green Monster.
I couldn’t tell how my shins were because my quads were horrendous. Holy crap, please no stairs! And dam it I wish I could stand and pee. Whoa, I was shocked they were so sore. But my son, being the genetically gifted entrepreneur offered to roll my legs. For a fee. Good job Sam, way to exploit your mom.