I've told myself that I need to be extremely thankful that Scott yelled at me until I turned back to the correct course and that I still ran a sub-3:00 (what I wouldn't have given for this whole scenario when I ran a 3:01?!). I've told myself that I need to let this be a confidence boost for my next marathon, because I know I can go faster and finish strong like I did (9 of my final 12 miles were in the 6:30s). I've told myself that no race is perfect, and really everything else about this race went off without a hitch. I've told myself to be thankful that I can run, period, and that I had the opportunity to run two marathons in four weeks and to walk away from them healthy and feeling great. I believe all of these things wholeheartedly, but I am really struggling with forgiving myself for the error.
|My after the race struggle has been worse than mile 24!|
|*Not to scale, haha!|