Picking up from yesterday –
Also, look! A sweet, sweet chance to use one of the million port-o-potties down there. I wanted to pee at the airport, but I’d been too afraid of time constraints and missing the race. But finally, there was room. The lines were not crazy. I was safely at the race. But alas, now they were all out of toilet paper. Eep!
Aaaanyway, soon enough I made it to a Starbucks where I totally used the bathroom (and bought something small – I’m not about to be ruuude, if I can help it).
The sunrise and palm trees were gorgeous, as per usual. (When are palm trees not gorgeous?)
I slowly (slooooowly) made my way around.
I was the last person to cross the turnaround timing mat for the half. “Look who it is! We’ve been waiting for you!” (They were nice and silly and we had fun.) I felt bad and apologized to the people manning it, being totally sorry they had to wait for me. But they were soooo nice about it. “Hey, we’re here for you! No worries!”
And slooooowly but surely, I made it to the end.
The medal was great and I got a long massage. One of my ankles was really really stiff and not moving like my other one. That’s probably not good, but here’s hoping it clears up soon enough.
Then I hung on the beach for a small bit ’cause it was beautiful and yay, sand and all that.
And then, boom, I was off to sleeeeeeeeeeeeep.