St. George 2010-- No Boston 2011

I'd rather forget this day.
In fact, I almost have.
I had high hopes.
I'm not sure what went wrong...

Training wasn't great,
Sleep was less than desired,
It was a hot day,
I started out too fast,
I took Imodium which I'd never taken before,
I drank more than normal......
Take your pick.



It just wasn't my day ;(

I felt SO good for the first 15 miles.

Feeling strong.

Excited.
I was running ahead of the 3:30 pace group.

And I felt great doing it!

I wasn't expecting a side ache.

Wasn't even on my radar.

Never had one on my training runs.

hmmm.

By mile 18 I could hardly walk.

So I stopped.

I cried.

And tried to run again.

It wasn't going away.

No matter what I did.

Push through it? I couldn't.

It was bad....or I was a huge wimp.

I watched in disappointment as the 3:40 pace group passed me by.

Run 4 minutes. Walk one until I could breathe through it.

Then I would catch up....

I watched as the 3:50 pace group ran past.

By mile 23 I still hadn't seen my family.

I needed to see my Mom again.

Anyone I knew....I needed to take my mind off of it.

I sobbed as the 4:00 pace group ran by me.

(To myself of course...maybe out loud once or twice)

I don't know how I got there.

But I did.

4:03.

I'm sad about a lot of the experiences I had that day.

Most of all, I didn't enjoy it.

As evidenced by all of these pictures :)

Dramatic. I know. It was surprisingly emotional.

Wanting to make all of my training worth it.

Since none of my other events panned out.

My hopes of running Boston this year fell flat.

I'll get there.

It just wasn't my day.