First off, I should say that this isn't the post I wold have wrote if I'd gotten around to it that day..or the next day..or even 4 days later for that matter. This, my friends, is the post that stems from 10 days of rest and recovery and the benefit of a fading memory. Much the same way that they say you forget how much giving birth hurts (I wouldn't know but please don't correct me if I'm wrong), I know this one sucked in a big bad way but I can see past that now. Thank goodness!
To pick up where I left off in my last post would only draw out the agony from whatever recess of my mind that it is hanging out in, so instead I will leave it at this:
I would have had a better race if...
I didn't have to stop and find a washroom in a local Second Cup up at kilometre 5...
If I didn't start cramping, first on my right side then all across the top of my abdominal wall, at kilometre 7...
If my legs didn't turn to lead shortly after kilometre 7 and stay that way for the rest of the race.....
If when they told me 200m to go (in other words, "Girl, start running your ass of now!!") they hadn't been asking for a miracle that I only somehow managed to pull off....
If when I had tried to call The Boyfriend after the race to report that I was exhausted, in pain, cold and hungry (in that exact order) and could he come find me quickly please, my Blackberry hadn't been full of moisture and thus not working AT ALL!
So yeah, not the greatest run of my life. But now, 10 days later I can look back and even laugh about it. You can't win 'em all and I definitely didn't come out on top this time. Oh well, there's always next year right?
Another good sign that I have moved on from this mild disaster? I am thinking about signing up for a 30k race in March....but that's a story for another time!
So tell me, have you ever had one event go from bad to worse, to EPIC FAILURE? If yes, share with me please!!