Somewhere between Mile 22 and Mile 23 my body decided that it had had quite enough of my shenanigans. I truly do not know where I found the mental effort it took to convince my knees that they were not in excruciating pain. But I did. After a three-minute tug-of-war with my muscles won — incrediby — by my mind, I was able to resume my by-then plodding pace and finish in a very acceptable 5:46:07.
The 26.2 Haiku
Sweet Sweet Runner’s High
It took me to the last mile
And now I must die.
Welcome to wonderful world of marathons…only 11 months 3 weeks till LA 22!