There is no Day 3 for me.
I did not start. I did not finish. I did not complete the Tahoe Triple Marathon challenge.
I started this trip wracked with fear. But fear has an expiration date – eventually fear gives way to what we dreaded would happen or subsides when it doesn’t.
But failure? Failure doesn’t go away. Failure is forever. It’s a weight clamped around your neck, your ankle, your soul. And it doesn’t go away. Because failure just is.
And that’s what this weekend turned out to be. A failure.
I wasn’t trained properly. My quads are shredded and my body just couldn’t face another 26.2 miles. And my health is such that I have sent a message to a doctor asking if it’s possible to contract bronchitis or pneumonia when you already taking antibiotics for strep throat.
All excuses. But the reality is, this was a waste of a weekend, in mind, body, and soul. I failed and it feels lousy.