Sunday was one of the most disheartening days I've had out on the road. Group was supposed to do a total of 18 that morning; 5 on our own, then the half event with everyone else. Took the pooch out with me early and did the 5 with no real problem; had to make myself slow down some because I always run faster with him, but felt pretty good when it was done. But when it was done, I didn't eat anything, didn't really have much to drink, just stretched a little, grabbed my timing chip and lined up for the long march. I'm an idiot.
Got about 6 miles into the 1/2 when I started thinking, "You know, you didn't eat anything, didn't drink anything, basically didn't act like the first 5 happened at all before you started this 1/2 today. WTF!!!" Sure enough, I hit the wall somewhere around the 10 mile marker of the 1/2 and struggled to finish. Final time was about as bad as my very first 1/2 last year in Denver, and at least then I had the excuse of not having run consistently in about 10 years. This time, I just plain failed...to the point that I don't think I'm going to be able to run a full marathon this fall. Think I may just sign up for the 1/2, try to knock some real time off of my PR and set myself up to keep going strong and prepare for the Marine Corps in '10.
Making matters worse, however, was that CS texted Sunday night to find out how I'd done. When I responded and mentioned that I didn't think I was going to do the full this fall, I didn't hear anything back. And still haven't.
I think I let him down.
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