Broken on Boylston

I had been out less than a minute when I came back to conscious, resting against a telephone pole, and surrounded by three runners. That's what I remember about the water table near the 30 kilometer marker.

Uhhhh boyh. It was that kind of day.

What started out as an easy, fluid, feeling strong pace, ended with five episodes of vomiting, one black out, and run-stopping leg cramps.

A paramedic offered to drive me to the finish line.
I refused.
I ran the rest of the course,
on my own power,
on my own terms,
in my own time.

And thank you to all of you who followed along and left some comment luv.

Oh, and Kim, you rocked the race reports too. Happy to hear your TNT buddies had a good race. Plus, Nancy Toby, you're always sunshine on a rainy day. Thanks for broadcasting the updates to the TRI-DRS peeps.

A more detailed report will follow but for now... I'm off to get some ZZZZZZZZ's and recover.

Oh, before I forget... look what was waiting for me in my hotel room.















Ahhhh... finishing tastes so sweet.

Stay tuned...