All looks good and dandy here in these pictures, but it's all a lie.
Pre race
Pre race with mom
At the finish line
The day after
I failed miserably, completely, and horribly. All that "training" I did only to become undone less than one hour into the race. After the first three miles, I knew something was wrong. My knees felt swollen and not right at all. I've had knee pain during my training at the 8 or 9 mile mark, but nothing like this. By mile 5, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer with this pain. And by mile 6, I started walking. :(
I was so mad at myself. Wtf happened? I've been reliving the entire race all day yesterday, last night when I couldn't sleep and even now. Could it have been the Tylenol I took to PREVENT knee pain? Maybe. I'd read some storied about swollen legs.
Who knows? Just not my race. I ended up walking the rest of the way. My knee pain in both legs got so bad that I could barely hobble over the finish line. But I finished that's the important part right? I don't know. Doesn't feel so good either way. I don't even want to say my time, but you could look it up if you really wanted to.
I was hesitant to write this because who wants to announce their failures on the interwebs, but I feel that if I don't let it out I'm not going to get past it. It sucked and I feel like shit. A huge disappointment.
But I'll have my redemption. My little brother has graciously agreed to come out to Ohio to run another half with me in April and this time well kick ass like we should have.
Lessons learned:
Tylenol is the devil
My little brother is a great support
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