Well, I’m sitting at the breakfast table enjoying a coffee and counting the muscles that are NOT sore. I think there are only three or four. Seriously though, I’m moving around (slowly) and still alive.
I finished near the back of the pack… but I finished. And it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. I don’t plan on doing it again though. One of the other racers, who had lived in Japan, told me there’s a saying over there. A wise man climbs Mount Fuji once. A fool does it twice. I think I’ll take that advice.
Thanks to everyone who’s supported me in this thing, my ground crew, everyone who’s prayed for me, and all of you who left messages on the blog. I’ll post more later with some pictures I took from the river. My arms want to go to the position of holding a paddle and my hands look like claws from being wrapped around the paddle shaft for four days – swollen and blistered. So it’s another cup of java for me and then up to the health club and the hot tub for a while. Tomorrow we’ll drive back to Shreveport and Monday it’s back to work.