Rock N' Roll Savannah marathon

I ROCKED IT.

Hott damn, yes I did.

26.2 miles on a broken foot

3 hours 54 minutes

16 minutes before the time I anticipated

before I hurt my foot

I was nervous, there is no doubt about that...

• how will bathroom breaks affect my time?
• when will my foot start hurting?
• what will happen if I can't finish?
• oh, gosh, 26.2 miles is farrrrrr

These thoughts (and others) invaded my mind all week but became oh, so, real as Nate and I stood in my corral at the start line. It was finally happening. The day I had been waiting for, training for was finally here and I had the choice to rock it or roll under the pressure. 

There is nothing like it. I started hurting bad around mile 17 and crying around mile 19 but crossed the finish line with a smile on my face. I held that smile just long enough for the photographer above to snap a picture, but then I started sobbing. Nate intercepted me and I sobbed. I was hurting so incredibly bad. My foot, my knees, and my quads all screamed at me. 

I do not regret my choice to run, 

not one bit.

moral of the story: don't tell me what I can't do.