Do you want the good news, or the good news? (Neither is what you might expect.) First of all, I didn't sh*t my pants or die. Bonus. So, yes. That is to say that I didn't make my goal of Boston Qualifying. Which comes to the second piece of good news: I learned a lot. Primarily: Don't run a marathon after driving 2500 miles across the country. Bad idea. Despite this having been my 7th marathon, I've never been in as much pain as I have been after CIM. During the race my hamstrings felt like rubber bands that were about to snap. Where does it hurt now?
This has led to a lot of inner comic relief as I've been interviewing non-stop for residency positions over the past fews days. Being in the medical field, the campus tours tend to always involve taking the stairs since we're "healthy people" and all. Normally, I actually like that they do this. Since CIM, however, I have merely been trying to not look like a crazy person when walking. Taking the stairs is a constant struggle to not look like someone from the Ministry of Silly Walks. Let's just say that at least I get a good laugh from myself.