Huh. I just realized this was still sitting in my draft folder. A little late but never I suppose…
And now we rejoin our tale on September 11, 2016, the day after I completed my first ultra marathon:
When I woke up the next morning…well that implies that I was actually sleeping. To be honest, I don’t think I slept very much because my muscles would keep locking up. Needless to say, I was quite tired when the alarm went off. I was able to get dressed and then had to contend with the stairs down for breakfast.
I ordered my crepe and devoured yogurt and coffee until it was ready. My friend ordered scrambled eggs and bacon. There was another woman who was just finishing breakfast that had run the 28 km course and I felt a sense of kinship with her as I watched her hobble up to her room to pack.
We bid our hosts farewell and began to make the trip back home. There were frequent stops to stretch and it just so happens that two of those stops were at fromageries and one was at a bakery for cinnamon buns. The cinnamon bun was a bit of a disappointment. I mean, it was OK and it had a maple glaze on it. I was hoping for a good cup of coffee to go with it but I’m not even sure if I saw a coffee machine. Yes I’m a bit of a snob but when it comes to food, I think it’s allowed.
We stopped in downtown Trois Rivieres for lunch at a nice little cafe called Frida which was on the river. The food was good if a little pricey and they served our food right on the trays. Yup, no plates. I guess that’s trendy or something.
By the time we hit the Ontario border, I think we were both getting tired of travelling. My body was aching in some unexpected places. Legs? Of course. Shoulders? Makes sense. Who knew my sides would be hurting?
I think even the conversation dies down the closer to our homes we got and even though we both said we were hungry, neither one of us wanted to stop.
It was about 10:30 pm by the time I hoisted myself out of my car. I left most of my gear in the trunk and hobbled into bed, so grateful that I don’t have any stairs to contend with. I had dogs all around me and a cat that insisted on sleeping on my hip and then protested loudly each time I rolled over to try and get comfortable.
Yup. It’s good to be home.
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