A quick little update about today… here is my intstagram post:
Not my day. I threw up my breakfast minutes before the start and then again anytime I tried to take in fuel or Gatorade along the way. My body held onto the pace for 19 miles but then I hit empty. I walked, I cried and I wanted to die a bit. I saw my brother (he flew in from Kentucky to surprise me) and he ran the last bit with me and then we cried together. I finished in 3:10 and laid on the grass pretty much dead ha. Tried a snow cone after to get some sugar in and that didn’t stay either and I got to hit up the med tent for a bit. Who knows what happened but it happened and all I can do is learn from it. It stinks but there is a lot worse. This will just fuel my fire for the next training cycle. Rest, recover and try again (I’ve become a champ at this routine over the last five years of shooing for this goal).
Thanks for all of the sweet comments today… they mean the world to me!