Guys. GUYS. GUUUUYYYYYSSSSSSS.
I’m sorry I dropped out of sight for a while.
Life got shitty. and Busy AF. Like, I’ve never been busier busy. Life kind of exploded all over my training plan.
I didn’t get in all the long runs I wanted to.
I didn’t feel ready.
I didn’t even want to go on race day.
My stomach hurt. My head ached. I felt unhappy.
But I got my ass there, and I did a thing!
My goal was 6 hours.
And that was a big, fat, NOPE.
I felt really great the whole time! But somewhere around mile 16, I started to lose steam…. It was there also that the crowd had thinned, and I would go BLOCKS without seeing a smiling face. Brooklyn…. oh man. Manhattan has a lot to live up to! Brooklyn was AMAZEBALLS! Even the Bronx was an intense, fun, ride….
but somewhere around mile 16ish… I lost it. Petered out. I didn’t feel like this was my wall, but it might have been.
Needless to say, I am a nearly-seven-hour Marathoner. But I am still a MARATHONER.
A TWO TIME MARATHONER!
Someone told me once that all I would amount to was a fat, lazy chick who sat on her couch all day “eating bon-bons” and watching reality tv…. well. TAKE THAT AND SHOVE IT.
I ran TWO MARATHONS.
With the best support system around!
And yeah, thats it for me.
No more marathons.
Halfs? Maybe…. well, probably. and all the shorter distances…. but this was my last full.
Once to prove I could do it, and once to prove to myself it wasn’t a fluke.
I am a 2 time marathoner.