The neck pain quickly worsened, and I felt like my neck was being pulled backwards, like a puppet on a string. I tried to pull my head forward, to tilt it down or to the sides, but I couldn't. It quickly progressed to where I couldn't see the road due to my neck angle, plus I became dizzy, and my peripheral vision was off. I looked downwards towards my nose and focused on the head of a runner in front of me. My mantra morphed into, "Just get to to finish, just get in, just follow her in" over and over.
In the final miles, the marathon will find your weaknesses and rub them in your face. A tiny rub becomes a blister, a chafe from a seam becomes a bloody wound, a niggle becomes a limp. My recent issue with benign paroxsymal positional vertigo (BPPV) was my weakness, and it was exposed. I've crashed in the final miles of a marathon before, but this sensation was unlike anything I have experienced. We all have to run with what we have in any given race, and this was simply what I had. The weather, course, and field were conducive to performing at 100% (a rare combination that all runners sure seek!); the BPPV was not.
|I received about 12 professional photos illustrating|
the posture I ran with for the final 3.5 miles, hahaha!
|This was all I could muster for the finishing shot,|
but, hey, I wasn't stopping my watch in it!
My dad's video of the finish is here.
|I grabbed this from my finishing video (see the video here)|
|A PRs a PR|
|Just to be technical, my average pace was 6:22.7, haha!|