42,195 m

Wish me luck.

And now I am tired and my butt hurts.

42,195 m, or 26.2 miles.
3:23:18.9. (you can't read the monitor in the version posted here) That's 9 minutes faster than last year--a huge improvement!
Average split: 2:24.5/500m. About what I expected.
Total calories: 2365.2 (holy crap!)

Things to note in picture below:

-extremely tired facial expression--my mouth is open because I'm trying to breathe.
-finisher's medal (swanky.)
-Empty water bottles and Gu packets (2--turns out Chocolate Outrage is gross, btw).
-Hot pink spandex.
-Puddle of pink sweat. Yes, that's right. Turns out the shorts aren't colorfast. Who knew? I won the Mop Award for making the biggest mess. Apparently I sweat a lot.



I'm too keyed up to nap, and my butt hurts. So I think maybe I'll lounge around for a while. I might have to carry around a pillow for the next couple of days.

Also,

It's hard for me to avoid drooling on the keyboard while reading through this site:

http://cupcakeblog.com/

Post-marathon foods

What could possibly be better than a bunch of mac-n-cheese from a box? Because it's not like I feel like exerting any effort!

The Arts in Arizona

Last night I went with D and A to see "Ballet Under the Stars," a free performance by Arizona Ballet that was held at Tempe Beach Park [I should mention that there's actually no beach at Tempe Beach Park, which is in keeping with the way places are named here--there are lots of planned communities with names like "Lakewood," for instance. Umm. Not many lakes or woods in this part of Arizona, people!].

Anyhoo, there was lots of gratuitous spandex, which was rather amusing. It makes sense in context--ballet is about movement of the human form, so one must be able to see the human form to observe it moving. There were also a ton of small children, and there was some splendid dancing. A good time was had by all.

But I was reminded of one of my dilemmas about ballet and other forms of dancing. Part of what makes ballet so appealing is the uniformity of it all--all ballerinas must hold their hands just so and have extremely little body fat, etc. etc. The attractiveness of ballet is clear in the popularity of Degas' art, for instance. But of course the uniformity also makes ballet a little bit disturbing as well. Ballerinas are incredibly lucky if they don't have to think about what they eat all of the time. I just can't imagine having to live like that. Or what it must be like when a ballerina gets to be too old and retires from ballet and then has children that inherit her abnormal relationship with food.

The real challenge is that pretty much every time I have seen shows that try to incorporate body forms that deviate from the ballerina ideal, they fail. Other body forms can be completely successful in other areas of art and in life in general, but dance seems to pose a greater challenge.

(no subject)

this could be the beginning of a beautiful, beautiful experiment.



edit: I should give notlostonme credit for pointing out this website.