I mean, let's face it here people. Not everyone is nice.
Some would rather take a DNF than go out and not PR ~ never mind finishing last.
Some would gladly run every mile regardless of pace simply because they love it that much, regardless of where they finish in the "pack".
Some will fight for every breath, hating every step they take, with determination and grit, as the pack leaves them.
Personally, I don't find half marathons to feel that long any more. But I remember my first 3... and they felt like ~ well ~ a HALF a freaking MARATHON.
As she finishes telling me how bad she sucks, I cheerfully said to her, "Don't you get it? You're bad ass. You're hard core. The people who would be last didn't come today. They stayed in bed. They made excuses. You are running a Half Marathon in a hurricane because you are AMAZING. YOU go own YOUR race, and stop worrying about where everyone else is running. This is YOUR RACE."
The run was that bad.
But this tragic run made me appreciate that I am the kind of person who would rather suffer through and make it happen, than quit and always wonder if I could've done it.
~savor the run~
I need to add an UPDATE here. Last week I spotted the Crying Runner running in Richmond. I recognized her from the PHHM, so I crossed the street and asked how she was, and what she was up to, etc. She DNF'd at PHHM. She fell behind the time cut off. But you want to know why I still admire her? She was out running again when I saw her, running strong I might add, training for the marathon. Yup, it turns out she's MTT.