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omg, that was a great race report, even though your race was not great in your mind. You wrote that very well. Lots of lessons learned.<br><b><br><i><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">People were still passing me; the only people that I passed were those who stopped to walk the hills (and they invariably passed me when they started running again).<br><br></span></span></i></b><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">I am a hill walker. But i am a fast one. The past two years i ran a very hilly marathon and i would pass runners on the hills. hehe.<br><br></span></span> <i><b><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">Though I know I needed to keep moving, or at least, keep vertical, I was afraid I was going to fall down. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I knew that my face was very red. Finally, I sat down.<br></span></span></b></i><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;"><br>
I did this at my first marathon. All i wanted to do was sit down and once i did i got severely nauseous. Luckily i did not puke, but i probably would have been better off puking!!!!<br><br></span></span> <b><i><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">I felt all kinds of judgment coming from him, asking me if I was diabetic (you sure are fat), if I had trained (you sure are fat), asking if I had eaten this morning (you sure are fat). Granted, I was probably projecting, but I was getting so mad that I couldn’t calm down and regulate my breathing, so every time he said “tough it out” or “calm down”, I wanted to punch him.<br><br></span></span></i></b><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">That sucks. And he is an ass. Remember, when you see the race photos, they are ALL taken with a wide angle lens. I swear. They are always horrible. I have a stick thin friend and even hers make her look heavy!<br><br>
Good job on your race. I hope you feel better to eat some ice cream or cake or something yummy.<br></span></span>
I did this at my first marathon. All i wanted to do was sit down and once i did i got severely nauseous. Luckily i did not puke, but i probably would have been better off puking!!!!<br><br></span></span> <b><i><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">I felt all kinds of judgment coming from him, asking me if I was diabetic (you sure are fat), if I had trained (you sure are fat), asking if I had eaten this morning (you sure are fat). Granted, I was probably projecting, but I was getting so mad that I couldn’t calm down and regulate my breathing, so every time he said “tough it out” or “calm down”, I wanted to punch him.<br><br></span></span></i></b><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size:medium;">That sucks. And he is an ass. Remember, when you see the race photos, they are ALL taken with a wide angle lens. I swear. They are always horrible. I have a stick thin friend and even hers make her look heavy!<br><br>
Good job on your race. I hope you feel better to eat some ice cream or cake or something yummy.<br></span></span>
