D Day

6th Place , 2 hr 58min

to add insult to injury, missed 5th place by 2s.

Extra 500 bucks.... not that i care too much abt the dough, but the thought of sharing with my family to make them feel a part of my running....

the day the dream ended.

It has been near to 1 mth since i revisit this site and of course my failure.
i had place it somewhere locked up to aviod it at all cost.
Cant describe the feeling when i wake up on sundays. memories of goin for training so hopeful.
argghhh.......

It didnt help with careless comments fr everyone.
What? just below 3? U running? wat? u wan to win? HAHAHAHAHA..... why are u doing this?
how are you going home? Run? hahahah.... All in my FACE. Right in my FACE.
There wasn't any sympathy.

Its painful while i grinded through those sessions.

Lookin back at the race.
I started comfortably. Wanted to stay within sight of my competition. The key was to stay within reach until 20k. Then run 20 -25k with Ben before breaking him at 28k mark. Thats when i have my super sweet drink.

However, the screwed up was that Ben was already in vets. by 20k mark, I realised the pace was slow. Asked him for the time, 1hr 28min. SHIT................
Overtook and carried on.

My division mate wacked me for a short lead. Last year, i hit half way at 1hr 26min. 2 mins slower despite fitter. WTF i tell myself. Getting very worried by then.
For the marathon, once the momentum is lost, or the tone of the pace is set. it would be hard to turn it ard.

Stuck to my plan and wacked from 30km point on. By then, it was too late in the race. As i painfully tried to catch anyone in sight. There wasn't. It was pure disappointment to have that pace that late in the race and realise the whole world is away.

it was a sprint finish for 5th spot. Winning it could have made the pain lesser. but failed again.
2s.

2 unexpected finishers were ahead. one of which i never heard of. Shit happens. Life goes on.
"this too shall pass".......