07:47:26. 26.2 miles (actually add another mile and a half to that by the time you get to the starting line and make it back to the hotel).
On one hand – I can tell you that I don’t think doing a full marathon is particularly smart or particularly healthy and that I even think its dumb in some ways. I didn’t talk about doing the Honolulu Marathon because I wasn’t sure if I’d actually go through with it or not. I didn’t properly train for it and wasn’t sure I could actually do it if I wanted to. And, after a bad tibia plateau fracture and less than a year out from being discharged from physical therapy, I was pretty sure it was pretty stupid to do to begin with.
And yet. But still. I wanted to do it. I was still debating going through with it when I got up that morning for the race. One foot in front of the other for almost 8 hours. About 20 seconds a mile slower than I did the half marathon a year ago in December on average. It was hard and I got through it – hurray for high pain tolerance and the ability to suffer really really well.