I didn't make my goal, but I know I did as well as I could so I'm satisfied.
I was on pace, ahead of pace even, for a Boston qualifying run until mile 22. Then the awesome cloud cover cleared and the full brunt of the heat came down on us.
My heart started beating so hard it hurt, I was excessively thirsty yet wasn't satisfied by water or gatoraide, I hadn't had to use the restroom (totally unheard of for me) and I wasn't even sweating.
Then I threw up.
And things went downhill from there.
After losing the contents of my stomache I felt better but my energy had been turned off like a light switch and it was all I could do to walk.
At mile 23 all I had to do to qualify for Boston was 3 miles at a 10 minute pace.
Yet because of the heat I couldn't run for 30 seconds.
Terra, whom I lost somewhere on Veyo hill, caught up to me and was totally shocked.
But I couldn't keep up with her and she kept on going.
I knew my friends Heather and Amber were waiting for me in the crowd somewhere and when I turned the corner at the last mile I was SO happy to see them.
Heather coaxed me into a slow jog and stayed with me until the finish line was in sight.
I saw 3 people go down in the last few miles and 2 on stretchers.
I have no doubt that if I had not walked those last miles I would have joined them.
I did not qualify for Boston. I don't even know my official finishing time.
But I didn't die.
And let me tell you, it really was close.
I am confidant in better conditions I would have qualified.
But I'm really glad I didn't. Because as I've stated before I really hate the marathon distance and then I would have had to run another one.
I didn't have much of a desire to do that before the race (other than to say I had run Boston) but now I have zero desire.
It's 5k's, 10k's and halves from here on out.
And I am REALLY excited about that.
I love those distances.