It had come down to today, the last day of the month, my last chance to get in my marathon for the month as part of the D.D.M.C. True, this was a silly little challenge that I had set at the beginning of the year, but so far I had managed to even surprise myself with completing 10 marathons.
After last weekends attempt and lack of energy (maybe a sign of overtraining?), I took it fairly easy during the week. After the 3rd Annual Gobble Dash, I was feeling pretty good about going into the weekend and knocking it out. The weather looked promising and I started putting together in my head my clothing stategy as dirrty girl and I shuttled between the necessary turkey day stops.
With some proper Midwestern turkey fare in my belly courtesy of my folks, we headed to Dirrty Girls mom for something akin to a Norman Rockwellian setting and food out of Bon Apetit. I don't remember much after that, as both Dirrty Girl and I were stricken with some bug that left us both losing food and liquid out of all openings for the next day and a half.
It wasn't pretty, and it was somewhat disheartening as Saturday came and went (with great weather I might add)with me only managing a scant 5 miler. Despite my sickness and probably better judgement, I felt that I could take at least a shot at it this morning.
My will was strong and my pick was sharp but it was not in the cards. As the miles wore on, I slowly felt the lingering effects of that bug from the other day and a nagging pain behind my right knee/hamstring area began to chop my stride. Decision time again, and I ended up home with a half marathon under my belt.
Certainly not a marathon, but I am okay with that. Even Dirrty Girl who sometimes is in disagreement about the D.DM.C., commented "Well you shouldn't have done it today. Just do two in December and finish your challenge up." Now you are talking.