...is the difference between last week's half-marathon in Nashville, and this weekend's half-marathon in Kenosha, Wisconsin.
And guess what I got for those 11 minutes?
A PR, a medal, and a hunk of chedder cheese in the shape of Wisconsin.
And if that wasn't enough (I know, you would think it would be with the cheese, right?!?), I finally got to meet fellow blogger Spie. Talk about a baddass- not only did she run a 1:43 half-marathon, but she turned around and hosted a BBQ at her house afterwards.
Me? I laid in my hotel bed with ice on my knees whining about my mentrual cramps, and Spie puts together and throws a party.
With S'mores brownies.
And yes, they are as good as they sound.
It was a perfect way to celebrate a great race - good food and lots of laughs.
And now, I have a whole Sunday to look foward to....