Ouch. That's all I need to say :-) I felt a little antsy for the first 4 or so miles. Then I felt pretty good for the next 3. I started feeling weird at mile 7. At 8, I was miserable. By the time I hit 10 miles (57:07, 10 mile PR (Also hit 10K PR for the first 10K of 35:20)) I was ready to stop. The next mile was uphill misery. I survived. The last two miles consisted of indescribable agony. My Dad mentioned a courageous push in the last mile. I didn't notice it. Pain had become the dominating factor in my mind.
When I finished I couldn't believe it. Not only did I do better than I had expected, I was done. Somehow I had convinced myself that the half marathon would never end, that my ordeal was eternal torment. Thankfully it was only the longest hour and 15 minutes and 21 seconds of my life. I can safely say that my half was the hardest thing I have ever done. It was also one of the most worthwhile things I've done.
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