Got my medal, which was kinda dinky by New York standards. Hey, I’m not complain’ (actually, I guess I am), but it sorta looked like it came from a gumball machine.
Went to one of two recovery areas. Massage therapists from a local spas were giving runners free massages. What I needed first was some ice, though. I have a chronic shin condition called borderline chronic compartment syndrome. If I don’t do certain preventative things when I run, I risk having pain like a shin splint, but forever for the rest of my life. One of the things I’m supposed to do is ice my shins down for 10 minutes after running. Can you believe the first aid area didn’t have any ice??? I had to go hunting for it myself, and wound up getting some from the Red Bull peeps in the V.I.P. tent, after getting past the Bratz wannabe guarding the entrance.
I iced myself while I was joined by Jean, Elaine, Dave, as well as their friend whose name escapes me at the moment (sorry!) They are all super amazing.
They offered to take me out to lunch, but I told them about the free massages and how of course I wanted one. They bid me goodbye, and I waited my turn for one of the last massages, before the therapists packed up.
[p.s. It was totally worth it.]
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