Notes
I don't really know what to say about this, I am happy to have finished but disappointed that the day was very far off from what I had expected. I knew at the start things were off and then the Garmin wasn't registering that led to panic and I never really calmed down. I got a stitch early on the was really starting to bother me around mile 5. I kept thinking that it would go away and I would feel fine in a while, well it never did. Mile 8 I wanted to be done. I knew I wasn't going to finish where I wanted to, I was in pain already I just didn't see the point. Again tried to convince myself that it would go away and a good cycle was coming. Decided I would ditch the Garmin with my husband when I saw him around mile 10 and maybe forget all about that move on and be good. So I am holding my Garmin ready to throw it to him when I saw him and then I didn't see him. mile 10, 11, 12, he is not there, no I am just angry because he wasn't where he should have been, I am holding this damn watch and the stitch is traveling down my abdomen and every step hurt. It did not however hurt my legs, they felt great. Saw my husband at the half mark and chucked the watch across the street and then shortly after really started falling of pace. Jim kept looking back and I was trying to just keep him in my sights and then mile 15ish He was gone and I was almost relieved that he could continue and not worry about me anymore, I was done. From here it was a constant battle between the me that just wanted to be done, already disappointed and the me that just couldn't stop. Saw Lance at 17 and he was done and from there I began to walk/run. Took more gu than usual hoping something would work, and that just caused me to vomit twice over the guard rail on a stretch with many spectators. Passed my family at 18 and then really Just tried to make it to aid stations. Stop drink water, stretch and try to run again. It all blurred from there, more and more runners passing me, more and more walking and stretching. I walked on the campus and then saw the finish and said I can run this last bit, then passed the 26 mile mark and said "fuck, i still have .1" and then realized it was .2 and i couldn't be walking into the shoot. finished, hugged my family and within 2minutes said I was running another marathon, this was not my day. But something to be said for finishing and happy I stuck it out, Thanks to the group for support and training.