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home-appliances-guide · 2 years

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3 Steps To Include In Your AC Buying Process

With the rising global temperature, air conditioners have become more of a necessity than a luxury. However, with the increase in demand, there has also been a rise in supply.

As a result, manufacturers from all over the world have launched their products. Such a variety of options makes choosing a manufacturer hard, let alone the right product. Luckily, there are some easy ways to ensure you have a suitable model.

Choose the Right Air Conditioner Type

When buying an AC, you will have to choose between two distinct types, split and window AC. As is quite evident from the name, this air conditioner comes in two components. First, there is an indoor unit consisting of an evaporator and blower. The outdoor unit has a compressor motor and condenser. Both of these components are connected with insulated tubes.

Split ACs are often known for their enhanced airflow and quicker cooling. However, compared to window ACs, these are much costlier to install or remove. More so, the maximum distance between the two units is limited. The further you keep the units, the less efficiently they will work. They also have a high maintenance cost.

On the other hand, window ACs are the standard choice for smaller spaces. Also known as monoblock AC, the technology in these is much less complicated.

These are easier and more reasonable to install or remove. It is a highly recommended buy if you travel a lot or are living in a rented apartment. However, they are not as sleek looking as split ACs, and have limited features. This is also not as quick as split ACs when it comes to cooling or making lesser noise.

Choose the Right Capacity and Star Rating

The second thing you need to keep in mind is to get a suitable tonnage according to the size of your room. This will ensure productive usage at maximum efficiency. Usually, there is a familiar metric everyone follows. For instance, if it's a smaller bedroom, a 1-ton AC will suffice.

However, if that room is bigger, say 250 Sq., you must invest in something with more capacity, perhaps a 1.5-ton AC. this will make sure that it is able to cool the space efficiently and quickly.

Along with that, to make sure that it is energy efficient, you should check the Star Rating printed. This system is mainly a common ground used to compare the energy efficiency of electrical appliances. The more stars, the better the efficiency, 5 being the highest.

More stars will mean that the AC has better cooling capacity using less energy and offering more savings. It is very important that you compare the star ratings only with the same AC types.

For instance, a 5-star window AC and 3-star split AC will not have similar specs. The latter might be more energy efficient in that case, but a mediocre choice when compared to a 5-star split AC.

Understand the Difference between a Non-Inverter and Inverter AC

Much like AC types, you will also have to choose between the two main technologies air conditioners use these days. This choice is between non-inverter and inverter AC 1.5 ton.

While non-inverter air conditioners are the more conventional and predated ones, inverter ACs are the newer and more efficient ones. However, it is also more expensive than non-inverter ACs. This is mainly because of the technology used in the compressor.

In a non-inverter AC, the compressor continuously runs until the desired temperature has been reached in the room. Once acquired, it shuts off the machine to maintain the temperature and then turns it on again when required. This eventually uses more power and loads the power supply.

The compressor in an inverter AC is always on but can regulate its speed to match the room temperature requirements.

This is also why inverter technology in AC is more energy efficient and offers better cooling. Although the initial costs of an inverter AC are high, the operational and maintenance costs are much lower than non-inverter ACs.

These are three of the most important considerations you must include in your checklist. With this half, your work is done. All that is left of you to do is check the product reviews and ensure that you are buying from a reputed source.

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itsreallylaterightnow · 4 years

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Nothing is As it Has Been (and I Miss Your Face Like Hell)

When I say that I was not expecting to write almost 3,000 words of pure angst in the span of an hour tonight... let’s just say I was uniquely inspired. I wrote this based off of a lot of grief. My grandfather passed away four years ago, and I always think about what I would say to him if I could go back. So this is pure author’s indulgence and it was very healing to write it, so if it helps you in any way then it was worth it. There are a few did-bits of dialogue in there straight from conversations with my grandfather, and let me say that writing this work had me sobbing, so there’s your fair warning. Love you all tons.

If you asked Peter why he did it, he really wouldn’t have had much of an answer for you. He could have told you how watching Tony die in front of him – hearing as his father figure’s heart slowly became too weak, too overrun with radiation to beat, that it had quit altogether had ripped Peter’s heart straight from his body. He could have told you about the weight. The weight of the grief that had been planted on his chest, heavier than any building that could have been dropped on him. The baggage that he had been carrying around with him in the nine months since he had watched Tony’s first arc reactor drift out into the lake. The way that his entire body felt like a magnet – being pulled straight to earth’s core and no matter how much he tried to stand, to live his life as Peter Parker, he could never seem to get off the ground. He could talk about the nightmares. The bad ones. Waking up certain that he was turning to dust. Rubbing his hands together vigorously to make sure they weren’t leaving him. How he had bought a weighted blanket so he could be sure he wouldn’t float away. Then there were the terrible dreams. The dreams where Tony was back. Where he was smiling at Peter, and they were in the lab together laughing at some stupid science pun that no one else would understand. And it was wonderful. But it was the worst, because then Peter would wake up. And he would – for a split second – just smile about the memory. And then, like a train crashing into him, he would remember. The snap. Blinding lights. Losing someone he had just gotten back to. Red eyes and charred skin. The numbness. The weight. And it would be like losing him all over again. He could have told you all of these things.

But he would have told you something different. A story of impulse control. How, when May had told him that Pepper had invited the two of them over for a lunch, saying she had something to give Peter – that she wanted to see him – he had almost backed out. Because the idea of seeing that lake, knowing the arc reactor was sitting at the bottom of it, just being in the presence of the place where Mr. Stark’s funeral was going to be was too much for him. But he couldn’t say no.

So he had gone. When they pulled up to the house, Peter had avoided looking at the lake at all costs. Morgan had hugged him, and Pepper had smiled, drawing him into a warm embrace. And he had almost broken right then, because she almost smelled like him. He could smell the motor oil and coffee, with a bit more vanilla to it. But it was almost his smell. The smell he had come to acquaint with acceptance, and care. Jokes and a mentorship. Building and love. He hated being so sensitive to smell. Because people have such specific ones. And when someone was gone, how could you ever get that smell again? No matter how much you want it, how hard you try to pinpoint it or recreate it, you will never get that smell back. And he had thought about it over and over again. He had gripped the shirt of Tony’s that he had taken from the lake house, breathing in the scent, just being in the scent. Every night until slowly, like the memories he held so tightly, it had faded away. The smell had become the same smell of all of Peter’s shirts. No more Tony. No more motor oil, no more coffee. It was pencil led and apple juice. And Peter had wept when he realized it. He had refused to wash the shirt, hoping against all odds that he was wrong.

They had lunch, the four of them. Peter had looked around the house, taking it in. He had tried to imagine that Mr. Stark would just come walking around the corner, making some joke about why Peter looked two seconds away for collapsing in tears. Tony had always been able to tell when he was about to lose it. And Peter had been so proud of himself for how composed he had been. And then Pepper had handed it to him. The fake picture Mr. Stark had made him take for the internship. He had a goofy grin on his face, and Tony had held up a peace sign behind his head as he laughed. Pepper had handed it to him, saying that she knew that Tony would have wanted him to have it. Saying that she and Morgan were going to be moving back into the city and when she had gone through Tony’s things, she had found it and knew she should give it to Peter. When she had handed it across the table, the second Peter saw the arm that Tony had had around him, he pushed his chair back swiftly, the wood creaking on the ground.

“Please excuse me. I’ll be right back.” He had said, voice thick as though he had just swallowed honey. He walked down a hall, taking the last door on the left, just needing to cry and get it out of the way but not being willing to do it in front of everyone. He had walked through the door, one hand over his eyes as he had wept. He closed the cedar door behind him with a bang, hopefully discouraging anyone from coming in after him.

Peter collapsed to the concrete floor, his hand sliding down the table, gripping onto something soft as he drug it with him. He blinked through the tears, looking down at the black material of an AC/DC shirt. Confusion raced through his brain as he looked around, his heart sputtered. He was in a lab. Well, a garage turned into a lab. He began to weep harder. Tony’s lab. The thing he missed most. Spending hours, the minutes melting into one another as the sun faded away, listening to the music that Mr. Stark would sing along to as they worked in companionable silence. He gripped the shirt in shaking hands, pulling it to his nose without hesitation, and he breathed in.

A guttural sound came from him as the smell hit him. Peter’s body folded in half, his face touching the floor as he gripped the shirt with reckless abandon. Because that was it. The smell he had never been sure he would get back. He took breath after breath. Motor oil and coffee and aftershave… and burgers… and the tiniest hint of Pepper’s vanilla and Morgan’s playdough and Peter’s web-fluid and all of it mixed together perfectly to create Tony. Tony.

Peter would have told you that he wasn’t sure how long he had laid on the floor. Wasn’t sure when he had seen it.

Because he had heard stories of the time travel. Stories of the ugly suits and the wrist bands and Pym particles over the giant quantum realm stand. So when he had looked up and saw it – his heart had stopped beating altogether. And Peter was moving faster than he had ever moved, forgetting the T-shirt and stepping forward to the workbench on the other side of the room. Because there was the white suit, and two Pym particles, and the wrist band and what looked to be a single-person quantum realm stand. Peter hadn’t even had to think. This is where he would have told you that he had no impulse control. With a deep breath, he tried to think. He needed to see his Tony, but despite the grief that had overtaken him when Mr. Stark had snapped, he wouldn’t risk losing everyone again, couldn’t do that. So he set the date for a year after the snap. He set it the location for this lab. And without another breath, he had hit the button.

Lights, and colors, and strange feelings had overwhelmed him, and when he’d landed it had been straight on his hands and knees. Peter took a shuddering breath and looked around him. He was in the lab, Tony’s lab. It was messier. Newer. There were scattered papers, and Pepper’s rescue suit, and old coffee cups, and the room was a mess. It was dark, and Peter blinked as he looked around, his hand running over a still-hot coffee mug. He was looking around when he heard it. The footsteps.

The footsteps that he could have told apart from anyone. The man who walked heavy. His steps exactly 1.5 seconds apart from one another. The way his left foot landed heavier than his right foot due to a barely perceptible limp. Peter just stared – flabbergasted as the man had opened the door.

And the both of them were staring at ghosts. Peter felt his heartbeat everywhere. Pounding so loud that he couldn’t make sense of anything other than Tony. Standing there. His face ashen as he mindlessly shut the door.

“Mr. Stark.” Peter’s voice was barely a whisper as he gripped the table next to him for support.

“Who the hell are you?” The man had asked, his face turning into hard lines.

“It’s me – well… kind of me. I mean it’s me-me but from the future.” Tony blinked hard, taking a small step forward.

“The future?”

“Yes, sir. Well, you see- it’s a long story that I really, really don’t want to talk about, but I just… I needed to see you.” Peter’s lip began to quiver as he took a shaky step forward. “I really needed to see you.” Then he was falling to his knees, and suddenly Tony was there. Hands on Peter’s arms, and pulling him into his chest, and Peter was shaking and how could one person cry so much in one day. He felt hot tears coming from Tony too. As the pair held the one thing they didn’t have so tightly. Gripping as though the other would fall through the floor.

Peter couldn’t have told you how long he breathed in the scent, felt the man’s beard on his neck, or rough hands rubbing circles on his back before he leaned back. Staring at Tony’s red-rimmed eyes.

The older man took a deep breath. “Peter. I need you to answer a few questions for me.” Peter just sniffled and nodded. “You said you’re from the future, and that you needed to see me… and well – you don’t have to be a genius to figure out that that means that I’m not around anymore.” Peter took a shaky breath and gave a single nod. Tony looked up at the ceiling, biting his lip and nodding. “Okay, just. Last thing, okay? Because I can tell you don’t want to talk about it, and I won’t push but… did we do it? Did we win?”

Peter wanted to say that no. In no world did winning equal losing Mr. Stark. Wanted to say that he had screamed about the price. That it was too high. That they shouldn’t have had to lose him in order to win everyone back. That he deserved a second chance. That Peter had really wanted Mr. Stark to grow older and watch him grow up. Watch him graduate high school and college and get married and have kids. That he had never expected it to end so soon. That he couldn’t have possibly imagined that the universe could be so cruel. But he nodded.

“We won. You got everyone back.” And Tony had nodded again, setting his jaw tightly.

“Good.”

There was a lull, for a second. Neither of them knowing what to do. Peter cleared his throat, trying to speak past the lump in it.

“I really missed you. And I didn’t get to say goodbye and I just kept thinking that my biggest regret with my dad and mom and Ben was that I had never gotten to have a proper goodbye and I just couldn’t do it again. And I never even got to say that I love you, or that you’re like my dad, and that all I ever wanted was for you to be proud of me and that you meant so much to me, and I just couldn’t handle not ever getting to tell you that.” Peter said as he wept. He couldn’t have held back the tears if he had wanted to.

“Pete- Peter, look at me, kid.” And just hearing that nickname was enough to do him in again, but he did. He looked up. “I have never been prouder of someone in my life. I love you, so much. You are the best of us. I mean it. Come here.” And he was being held again.

And they stayed there. Holding one another. Different timelines – cursed to be unable to stay with one another. They sat until their legs went numb, and Peter had followed suit as Tony stood. His mentor had showed him around the room, talking about all the ideas of getting them back. He had never made a move to ask Peter how they did it. Seemingly knowing that he shouldn’t have that information. And there had been science jokes, and long looks. Laughter and silent tears as Peter had watched the sun go down. He had known that his time with Tony was running out. Known that he had to head home eventually.

And he had been dreading every second of it when he had seen the look in Tony’s eyes.

“Is it time?” He had whispered quietly, not trusting his voice. Tony gave a slight nod. “I don’t think I’m strong enough.” Peter said, stepping forward.

“Me either.”

“How do I do it? Every day – waking up is like trying to swim to the bottom of the ocean. The pressure it… it gets worse. And everyone says it gets better but I don’t see it. Because I still feel it. With Ben and my parents. and you. And I don’t know how to swim down.”

“You just… can’t give up. Don’t give up Peter. Because believe it or not, we will see each other again.” And Peter wanted to scream that this was his last Pym particle. That he could never see Tony again, and how on earth was that fair, but he had just collapsed forward, falling into the man’s chest. Fingers curling around his shirt as Ton ran his fingers through Peter’s hair.

“I love you, kid.” Between sobs Peter spoke.

“I love you more.” He felt Tony give an unbelieving laugh.

“Oh really? You love me more? Well, I love you more than a monkey loves a banana, so? How about that?” Peter scoffed, leaning back.

“I love you to infinity.” He said, because Tony would never beat that.

But in Tony fashion, of course he could.

“I love you to infinity and back again.”

There was that silence again. Two people running out of time. Needing more of it.

“I don’t think I can press the button. I don’t think I can press the fucking button.” Peter said, staring at his hand helplessly.

“Then we will do it together.” Peter nodded, feeling as though he were suffocating as he fell forward.

Tony’s hand closed on his. Peter wanted to fight him. To stay here.

“Don’t give up Peter. I love you.” He couldn’t breathe. His chest screaming that this wasn’t fair. That he hadn’t had long enough.

“I love you too.” And with a final grip, knowing it would be the last before he had to walk away, the gruff hand – riddled with callouses and use, grease filling every line – squeezed down on the button and Peter’s world went black again.

But this time, despite the ache. Despite the overwhelming grief, at least he had gotten to say goodbye.

#Tony stark #Peter Parker #grief #recovery #time travel

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byoungernj · 7 years

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2017 Big Sur International Marathon

The Big Sur International Marathon was the hardest thing I have ever done. But I have zero regrets about running this race. The whole weekend was magical from start to finish and a very welcomed break from the hustle of work and life. The moment we began to land in San Jose the coastline was breathtaking. Dark cool blue water and sunny cliffs were paired with perfect weather all weekend. After we landed, we headed to a state park not to far from the airport for a run. The area also was a wildlife preserve and there were tons of birds flying overhead as we ran along the dirt trail. The cooler, dryer air felt so good and my legs had a pop to them again. We made a quick grocery stop and started our drive down to Monteray. The drive did not disappoint, changing between wide-open ocean views and tall deep green trees. I even spotted a whale breeching! After a stop for dinner in Santa Cruz we checked into our hotel. The short drive from the interstate to our hotel was an even better view. Monteray is smaller beach town, lined by rocky ocean cliffs and topped off by the sunset that evening.

The following morning we both woke up super early on central time and sat outside overlooking the ocean for breakfast. There was a kids raced tied into the marathon right outside our hotel in a park that attracted 5000 people. We went for a short walk and spotted some seals sunning themselves on the rocks below. After a quick shakeout run my legs were feeling light and loose. I felt ready to go. We headed to the expo downtown where we got a numbers, bus tickets, and signed up for the race sponsored dinner that night. Next we headed out to drive the course. On the way out my stomach started getting butterflies at the sight of ALL the hills we would face the next day.

The night before we chose to eat at the race sponsored dinner. It was a really impressive spread and the race director answered questions from the runners in the room. It got me excited but nervous as well. I had my last pep talk with Craig and we settled on a nutrition plan of every 5 miles for GU since my usual stops didn’t match up with the water/aid stations. He reinstated the confidence I had hiding deep inside me and I felt ready to go. We headed in for an early night and I struggled with tossing and turning in the heat of our room, which lacked AC. I was sweating so much through out the night that I started to shake. I knew I had to start drinking or it was bad news. It seemed to help, as I was able to sleep for the next 2 hours. When the alarm struck it was go time. I coasted through getting dressed and having everything packed for the bus ride/start area. We would need to catch a bus around 3:30 to take us the hour down to Big Sur. It was quiet on the bus but Maggie and I filled it with chatter, as I can’t stop talking when I’m nervous. Once we got to the athletes area I was nervous but I laid back trying to take in the cool air and stars. As the sun started to rise and the small camp site began more congested with runners, the gigantic mountain hiding in the darkness emerged. It was so beautiful to look at (and thankful I don’t have to run up). I focused on how beautiful this place was and how lucky I was to be there. My stomach remained a bit unsettled but I tried to use people watching as a distraction.

Soon it was time for Maggie to head to her corral and me to get a short jog and stretch in. I overheard the announcer recognize Tiki Barber, who was running in his 6th marathon. I introduced myself to a fellow bird while taking my final strides and headed to the start. I was lucky and squeezed my way to about 4 rows back from the starting line. The first miles were filled with the cool air of the forest. We were surrounded by redwoods and the village of Big Sur. I had difficulty finding my rhythm with my GPS jumping around in the high trees. We were headed downhill so I knew not to open up to much but I felt comfortable, I was feeling optimistic.

After mile 5 the trees opened up to the open coast line and the wind. The announcers at the start mentioned we would have rare conditions of no wind…well we must have different views on what ‘no wind’ means. I tried to tuck behind a taller man but I was clipping at his heels and had to go out in front. I felt strong as I headed up the first small incline. I found my pace falling off a bit at this slight uphill and I realized that this was going to be a lot tougher than I thought and my original goal of a PR was not going to happen today. Still, I would keep to the race plan the best I could and see what happened. It would be a completely different race after the climb up to Hurricane Point.

As I rounded the corner to head down to the bottom of the climb I started to hear the beating of the infamous Japanese drums that would be at the bottom of the mountain. They were echoing off the hills and grew louder as we neared the start of the climb. This was truly my favorite part of the race, it was so motivating and amazing to experience. I surprised myself with how strong and fluid I felt moving up the hill. I had caught up to those walking the 21 miler and was picking people off as I climbed. I kept the girls in front of me in sight and was using them to keep motivated. I told myself to break the mountain up into 4 800s. I had done plenty 800 hill repeats on the treadmill, I could do this. Boy did those first 2 800s take FOR-EV-ER. The incline became less severe in the second mile. Before I knew it I was at the top and greeted by a blast of 30 mph headwinds, pulling the tears from the side of my eyes as I ran into what felt like a brick wall. I tried to open up my legs down the steep downhill that followed but had some trouble at first fighting the wind. Once the wind let up a bit a huge smile crossed my face, I had conquered the beast.

Bixby Bridge, the sounds of the grand piano, and the halfway point were now in sight. I was proud of the pace I had maintained and how I felt. I was empowered and ready to keep picking off the women in front of me. They were all slowly coming back to me now. One woman I had pass up the hill caught up to me and we chatted about our goals and how horrible that climb was. She passed me shortly after but about a mile later I passed her back. I set my sights on mile 16, 10 miles to go. I continued to pick girls off and was very pleased with my recovery on down hills through the rolling hills of the second half of this course. It was going to be a challenging final 10 miles but I had to push with all I had, I was running great. I knew I would not run a PB but I was super excited at the tempo I kept. I passed the 16 mile mark and focused on my next GU stop, 18.5. I was starting to notice that not only was my face getting salty but my stomach felt full. I told myself if I needed to skip a water stop it would only be a mile and half till the next one and I’d be fine. It did subside and I took the next GU as planned.

I knew I wasn’t getting enough fluids in at each stop, just a few sips, so I told myself to take a few sips at each aid station from now until the end. After the 18.5 stop my stomach felt full again. Maybe it was too much water. The fullness continued to sit and now was getting painful. I tried to push on it like a side stich but my stomach hurt. ‘Keep moving forward Beck, it will digest, give it time.’ I tried to focus on the scenery around me as a distraction. Sure enough around mile 21 I noticed some of the walkers stopping and pointing, everyone’s cameras drawn. I looked to my left and just at that moment, a gray whale’s back breeched and water spewed out its blowhole. The older man I was passing by yelled in amazement of the whale’s presence. I continued to watch for a few more strides, ignoring the splitting pain in my side. The pain wasn’t subsiding and I was starting to not feel so great. I knew I was in a bit of trouble but I was so close. I had 4 miles to go now at this point and slowed down tremendously. I had held myself up and down all the crazy hills under a 7:30 pace until now and it was quickly unraveling. Finally at mile 24 I thought if I walked for a few seconds maybe it will subside or digest a bit. A runner from Europe ran by encouraging me to keep going, I had been doing so well. I had remembered him from the early miles. I gave it .05 miles and I was back to jogging. It did nothing. I was in so much discomfort; all I wanted was to see the finish line. I had to walk another 2 times in miles 24 and 25, up the very last hill. I told myself I would run the entire last 1.5 miles. It was slow. It was painful. My legs were now screaming and I could feel the level of dehydration my body was now in. Maybe I drank too much but not early enough in the race. I watched as all the hard work I did passing so many girls was all catching up with me. I was falling farther and back.

Finally, after the final hill I heard the cheers of the crowd at the finish. I passed a couple women dressed in elaborate feathered costumes, belly dancing. I tried to accelerate but my legs had nothing to give, my body was in so much agony. The finish line came in sight and the biggest smile had come across my face. I had not only made it there and was finally going to be done but I had completed the entire marathon and I never gave up on myself. I finished my fifth marathon and ran another BQ. I crossed the finish line and my upper body fell over as I rested my hands on my knees for a moment. I felt unstable and a medical personal checked on me. I knew once I got some calories and electrolytes in me I’d be fine so I walked forward. I put my hands on my hips, stared up at the sky and took a moment to take in what I had just accomplished. ‘Wow’ was all that I could muster out of my mouth.

All I wanted was to sit down. I got my metal, posed for some pictures, and dragged my beaten legs to the food and bag area. My bag had yet to make it out of the pile so I tried to sit and wait. My legs were screaming at me. I could not for the life of me get comfortable. I must have looked awful because a number of people stopped to ask if I was okay. I final resulted to laying flat in the parking lot, rolled in my heat retention blanket. My bag still was not in sight and I noticed I was having trouble eating and now starting to shiver. ‘Just keep waiting for your bag, there’s tights and dry clothes in there’. But my bag still hadn’t come and I was now shaking. It was then I realized how bad of shape I was in. I hobbled over to medical and was instantly wrapped in wool blankets, fed hot water, and put in the sun. I couldn’t get over how much I was shaking. I didn’t know where Maggie was on the course and had no way of calling my parents to let them know I was okay and proud of what I had just done.

A half hour later I finally stopped shaking and was eating. I wanted my bag, my clothes, my phone. I needed to check on Maggie to see if she had made the 21 mile cut off. Sure enough when I got back I got my things and saw a message that she had made it and was going to finish. I checked the marathon app and to my surprise saw that I still managed second in my age group and 11th female. I was a bit sad seeing that I was fifth overall female up until those last few miles. I caught up with my parents and Craig. All I could say was ‘that was the hardest thing I’ve ever done’. Soon after Maggie showed up and was shared our adventures and happiness of what we just did over burgers, beers, and milkshakes. (and a stop to watch otters and seals play in a marina on our drive back to San Jose) It was magical and painful and unforgettable. I would highly suggest this marathon for anyone up for the most beautiful challenge of their life.

This was not a bad marathon. This was not a bad day. I am extremely proud of myself for finishing this race. It was the hardest course I’ve ever encountered. It made Boston look like a pancake. I’ve never witnessed more beautiful scenery and I don’t think I ever will. I had an adventure and come out on top. I felt strong through mile 20. That hasn’t happened since Boston, 3 marathons ago. What exactly happened in those final miles? I tried a new nutrition plan and I wasn’t used to it. I didn’t take enough fluids in and the GU sat in my stomach and accumulated. Easy fix; lesson learned. A large amount of confidence grew from this race. The changes in training Craig and I had made paid off. I was the strongest I’d ever been and the next go around would be much easier, well sort of.

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