It will never cease to amaze me how much harder on the body road running is than trail running. Two days after the marathon and I can barely limp up the hill and hit the trails. But man oh man does it feel good to stretch the legs, work the kinks out.
I am still in a bit of a haze after the run, probably a combination of actual exhaustion and a vacuum of endorphins. It's the first time the marathon as presented itself to me as an experience, rather than just a race. Perhaps cliched, but quite real.
And one of those things that's mostly yours, hard to convey to others. Unless you've been there it's hard to know how that feels. Wrapping yourself up in your mind for three hours, pushing out the world and taking one more step, thousands and thousands of times.