Yesterday I got up bright and early and drove to Frontier Field for the 2010 Rochester Marathon. The weather was absolutely perfect with temperatures in the 50s and a very light mist in the air. It looked to be a good day.
As you know, I hadn't planned on running the marathon but a friend of mine requested that I run it with her. She ran the Green Lakes 50k with me two weeks ago. I hesitently agreed to run the marathon.
The first half of the race went pretty well. We had planned on going slowly and finishing around 5 hours. We hit the halfway mark at about 2:15. Well ahead of pace, but certainly not breaking any records. Shortly after this I started having some issues. The outside of my knee started to really hurt. Bad.
I continued to plug along before telling my friend several times to take off without me. As expected she refused. Around mile 20 I told her to take off because I was going to pull myself at the medical tent near mile 21. She said she'd run that far with me and I told her that was silly, no sense slowing down on my account. She took off and I slowed considerably.
I didn't pull out of the race. It didn't hurt bad enough to quit, but I was certainly hobbled. Around mile 24 I came accross a volunteer that I've talked to at numerous races. When he asked "what are you doing way back here?" I could only answer "hurting."
I kept trucking along and eventually made it to the finish line. I didn't even bother looking at my time as I knew it was horrendous. But I finished. Now I need to figure out what is up with my leg.
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