Wednesday, January 14, 2009
It's officially marathon season: I've had my first marathon nightmare! This one wasn't very detailed, but involved me stopping, mid-route, at a church with my parents. There was a wedding going on and they were taking pictures. I remember looking out the window and seeing a single runner go by. I needed to get back to the place where I had left the route (about a mile and a half away), and I realized that running back to that place and continuing the route from there would add about three additional miles and would cost me too much time. I needed my parents to drive me back, and I couldn't seem to pull them away from the church. I had six hours to finish the entire race, and I figured I would barely make it.