The first half of my second marathon, yesterday, was perfectly and constistently paced.
The second half involved every. single. race nightmare you can imagine. (minus actual death, of course)
Right now, if you're thinking "but, surely that didn't happen, right?"
"but, wait...what about that? Did that happen, too?!"
Thank you for all of your cheering and support, cyber or otherwise. Marathon Days are amazing, regardless of the outcome. I'm glad I have such a cool community to share these experiences with.
I'll leave you with a couple photos (don't look if you're bothered by blood). I'd love to leave you with a photo of my medal (Spoiler : I did finish that thing!) but I don't have one. That story will be in the recap, too.
kinda fuzzy. My hand's covered in blood and cuts.
and my knees...