My race was not what I’d hoped. I knew fairly early on that I was not going to go sub-4 like I hoped, and I basically gave up.
In fact, I had decided I wanted to DNF as soon as I met my husband at the 18th mile. But the sonofabitch wouldn’t let me.
I did later thank him for pushing me. But not before I whined a bunch. It was not pretty.
I had problems with my stomach. I’m not sure why because last weekend I did all the same stuff. It felt crappy until it decided to let up a bit around mile 20-21. So my last 10k was improved, but I was also tired by then and not very motivated to do much besides finish. I did pull out an 8 minute/mile pace the last .2 and my last three miles were faster than the previous 6.
And I had an in incontinence issue around mile 26. That was new. I didn’t even feel like I needed to pee.
So not a total loss, and a 13 minute improvement over my marathon 2 months ago (yes, an ugly PR).
Oh well. I’m trying again in October. I know I’m capable of a 3:55 marathon right now. It just wasn’t today. Boo.