Monotreme l'orange
I really blew it this time.
I ran the Denver Marathon yesterday.
I stayed with the 4:00 pace group up until mile 10 or so. I had to make a PortaPotty stop, and as I tried to make up the time (not all at once, of course), I just couldn’t do it. I tried to catch them by mile 13, but it was uphill and I kept going slower and slower. The top of the hill was the out-and-back turnaround at mile 14, and the downhill didn’t feel any better.
I knew my family was waiting for me at 18, and right after I saw them, I more or less collapsed. The old legs just couldn’t do it. I walked and walked and walked, and unlike a similar experience in Vancouver, I never felt any better. My sister, God love her, brought me two Tylenol and a banana at mile 20. I tried a few times to run, but couldn’t do it. Finally, about a mile and a half from the end, I recovered sufficiently to run it in. It was a 5:00 run, not a 4:00 run.


