I reached a milestone today. I ran my 13th 13.1 miler. What a crazy race it was. I had a colossal melt down at mile 4, and it didn't look like I was going to be able to recover. Endorphin Dude was looking more like Endorphin DUD. I kept thinking to myself, "uh, the San Francisco Marathon is 10 weeks away and you're giving up at mile 4 of a half?!" Unacceptable! Thanks to a change in music, a Cytomax shot, and an unexpected visit from my marathon guardian angel, I was able to find what I needed to finish the race.
Running is not easy, and you have to do what it takes to cross the finish line. Fortunately, I was able to find the mental fortitude to complete this race. I finished somewhere in the neighborhood of 2:40:00, which is about 15 minutes off of what I'm used to getting, but I'm proud of myself for getting through the rough patches. I could have easily given up this time, but I fought through.
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