Picking up from yesterday –
So, once I got to the halfway point, I was around 3 hours and 30 minutes – not ideal, but close enough that I thought, “I can do this. I’ve gotta do this.” So, forget that out I gave myself to just do the half if I wanted. I kept on going on the full course.
Between mile 23 and 24, a woman slowed down beside me in the race vehicle and started to tell me she was gonna “give me a little bump,” and I was like “nope.”
And she seemed really taken aback – like apparently no one else had fought with her (or at least her reaction would’ve made you think that).
I felt if I could get to mile 23, I’d be safe – because we were back in the park. They weren’t holding up major streets anymore. So, I felt safer in the idea that if I fell behind, it might not be the end of the world.
When she tried to convince me, I was like “I’ll just walk on the sidewalk. I’m a pedestrian now.”
And she said “if you get in, you’ll still get a medal. If you don’t, we’re not responsible for you. You forfeit your right to be in the race”
And I was like “okay. I’m not getting in.” (‘Cause that’s not a marathon if I ride part of the way.)
Then she was like “well, I have to take your bib if you’re forfeiting…”
I’d read that if someone chooses not to board the van, they had to give up their bib.
Well, I want to keep all of my race bibs. Plus, I was still preeeeetty certain that I was gonna get to the finish before they’d totally torn it down – even if they had torn some stuff down… it was a gamble, but I know they don’t just snap their fingers and all of the sudden the timing mat is up – and I wasn’t *that* far behind…
So I took a gamble…
And this is where I’ll pick up next time!