"you can't always get what you want...."
That's the theme for this race. CHICAGO MARATHON....
It was very very cool to toe the line with the Constantina, Colleen... and my new friends Adriana, Zoila, and Stephanie (my three faves). Three miles in I didn't feel right. 7 miles in I had an idea it wasn't my day (as 6:25 felt like 10k effort), 10 miles in I got mad and tried to force my body to snap out of it. By 12 miles I knew that was a lost cause, but forced my stupid body to slog out two more miles just because. My goal wasn't simply to finish. My goal was to see the fruits of my labor pay off. The body would not cooperate. At the med tent my respiratory rate was 28, and my pulse was 76 (my face was numb). I made a good decision, but it was a very hard decision. (with those numbers who'd know if I'd have finished even if I tried to finish.) I wanted "my day" to occur on 10/12 in Chicago, in front of my family, friends and acquantances. It didn't but I have faith that there's a reason. I have faith in my training, and after the infllammation in my lungs is gone I will toe the line again. HOpefully November 1st. Historically October has never been my month. It's been a while since I've tried to race in October and I had hoped I'd grown out of that... Guess not. | 