I did the 15 mile run today that my marathon training plan called for.
The last two miles were a death march, I kept running but if a kind stranger had stopped and asked if I needed a ride I would have taken that offer in a second,
I got done and thought, “That’s it, I’m giving up, a marathon is not in my future.” I staggered up to the house and drank and ate everything in sight (including all the ibuprofen in the house).
Now, 7 hours later I’m feeling ok. Next week is a rest week, and then 17 miles the week after.
I’m not giving up yet.