Well, after training that went south for the last month before the big day I knew deep down that CIM was probably not going to be the knock-it-out-of-the park, frosting on the end of a great year cake I wanted it to be.
My attitude tanked and my body seemed to take two steps back for every mile I ran forward. My naggy left hamstring ache has blossomed into a full-on issue, tightening up and hurting on runs to a point where I can barely lift my leg, let alone maintain anything close to race pace. I ran very little during taper with the hope that rest would at least allow me to finish the whole 26.2 miles.
During taper, I came to a few conclusions. One being that it has been a great year of racing and running and that I’ve enjoyed it immensely, and that one race could not erase the previous four successful races I’ve accomplished. Additionally, I decided I wanted to have fun and enjoy CIM no matter how the race ended up. In that light, then, CIM was a success.