The run started out great, I hit the turn around at 50:19 and felt really good. The wind was really ferocious out of the North, dropping the windchill to -10 to -20...I had ice chunks on my hat from frozen sweat! At about mile 10 I still felt good, but I was starting to get REALLY hungry, and I knew that was a bad sign, I was hoping that I would be able to make it through the last 3.1 miles and then grab something to eat...BOY WAS I WRONG. My pace dropped off a little bit for miles 10 & 11, and I hit the wall BIG TIME as I crossed the mile 12 marker. I started to feel shaky and really warm so I knew that unless I did something quick, it was not going to have a good ending. I finally started walking about 1/2 way into mile 13 which helped me to not Bonk. With about 3 blocks left to go there is a huge hill that you have to climb and one of the spectators asked if I was fealling okay, I said no and asked if he had a gel, which he did. I ate the cliff blocks and felt energy almost immediately. About 1/2 way into mile 13 I wanted so desperately to quit, it really sucked, I was cold, staggering and wanted to fall over. I have always heard about races that suck all of the mental ability out of you, and this was one of them. It truly took every ounce I had.

Bring gels with me!!

Scavenged to find anything and everything that I could to devour at the end of the race


lack of calories in me