The best laid plans don’t always come to fruition – things happen. Sometimes you don’t even know what they are – only that they have impacted you.
I rocked the first half of this marathon, crossing the line at 2:28 – right on target. I never felt all that great while I was running it, though and not too long after that the wheels came off my little wagon in a big way. I felt horrible. Remember how I said Cytomax makes me sick? Well, my little 1 run test drive to see if I could handle it for the race was apparently a case of insufficient data. I got quite ill on this race. I just felt lousy.
A couple of friends came out to Golden Gate Park to cheer me and I looked up at them and said, “I am struggling! I’m really struggling!”. I talked to them for a few minutes and then took off again. Then I felt a little better so that when they went to the other side of the loop we were running and cheered for me again I looked good – I was running. But honestly, I did a lot of walking in the middle. I bargained and cajoled and really tried to pick it up but I just couldn’t do it.
I came in at 5:37 which is my worst time ever. I finished, though and I give myself a lot of credit for that because I really, really, really wanted to borrow someone’s cell phone and just call a cab.
I’ll post more later. Thanks again for you support.