I sort of ran the marathon yesterday, in the sense that the po-po stopped me at mile 16, and kept making that scary gesture where they cross their arms in front of their bodies and yell, "Stop!" which makes you think about handcuffs.
There was no water provided by the city by the time people in my starting category got there. They had run out at every single official hydration station, except for the first one. Spectators were providing water, and also charity groups, I think, but not until about mile 10.
Normally, I have a two-hour period when I'm running where I'm really happy about it. I'm not thinking about anything. My body is just moving, and it feels nice. Except this felt awful from start to finish though.
I was in one of the first groups of people they stopped. If I had been going just, like, a minute faster, I would have been allowed to keep going.
Who to hate? Usually, the answer is "myself" (said in a mopey voice), but today I'm thinking I blame the event coordinator. If you would have given me water, I would have been going faster, event coordinator. See? Not my fault.
Now my knee hurts and I have a cold. I am going to submerge myself in ice.
