Made it home

Long drive today, and each time we got out of the car, I had to warm up a bit before I could walk. It's really not as bad as it could be, though, and it's a small price to pay for having finished an Ironman. (Plus, as a bonus, my kids find my pain amusing.)

I have no idea why this should be, but I couldn't sleep more than a couple of hours last night, and couldn't sleep in the car on the way home, either. Last night, I was super excited and in too much pain to really get comfortable. I mostly just lay in bed with a water bottle, trying to get rehydrated and stretch my legs. I slept for about an hour, then woke up ravenous, and I crawled to the little hotel fridge where I still had half of the pizza they had given me at the finish line.

So there I am, at five o'clock in the morning, my exhausted family all snoring away, and I'm sitting on the hotel room floor in front of the fridge, wide awake, happy as can be, polishing off a pizza. And a granola bar I found.

It's now been almost 24 hours since I finished the race, and I still feel wide awake. It seems like a hard crash must be coming soon…

I'm planning to start on a real race report tomorrow if and when I do get out of bed.