This morning my W comes down and says "I'm sorry about last night."
You analogy about the marathon is interesting. I've run 100s of road races, I've never had a DNF (did not finish). I've come close in Oct. 07, I ran the Chicago marathon. If you are not into running, that probably doesn't mean much. But it was the race where they canceled the marathon about 2 hrs into it because of the hot weather.
If you made it past the halfway point before the canceled, they let you finish. I was one of those people. I made it to mile 16 before my mind told me to quit, to DNF. I actually stop running when to the side of the road, took off my bib and stopped my watch.
This is from something I wrote about that experience. "Then for some unexplained reason. I just decide to start running again. This time slowly. I just tell myself you can run as slow as you want...just run. So I do that. I don't turn on the watch. I just start plodding along. And plod I go. After a mile or so, I turn the watch back on. Just try to get under 3:45. I tell myself. Just run. This is just a 10 mile mid summer jaunt. Just run.
After 2, I start to feel my calves cramp if I try to increase my pace to anything faster than 9:00. Okay...this is how it will be. I make sure I don't go faster (Although the rest of my body feels like I can.) Every now and then I have stop to stave off full-on cramps and to stretch my legs. Nothing seems help the cramping except slowing down and stretch. At around mile 22, my right quad is threatening to cramp up. I just continue run/walk/stretch. My legs have done their part and didn't fully lock up on me.
I see the sign for 1 mile to. No jubilation, no relief ... just me plodding to get there. I stop for a final stretch then chug my way to the end. I complete the marathon in my worst time, but I made it."
Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet. --Jean Jacques Rousseau.
