I'll try to hide the buzzkill here on the a$$ end of the old thread where this kind of sh!t belongs! ?
Everything was great. Weather was perfect. Pace was perfect. Felt just about exactly right. And then suddenly it wasn't.
Coming down a steep pedestrian ramp off of a bridge at 20+ km, there's a very sharp180-degree turnaround to the left (my bad knee to the outside of the turn). That one weird step and the knee was "wrong" again." But not debilitating. At almost exactly the HM mark, it felt like a nerve suddenly pinched and shot a burning sensation down my leg and into my foot. WTF. But it was just pain, and not affecting my ability to run. It passed. Then somewhere between 22km and 23km, the knee just folded on one step--decided not to hold my weight-- almost sending me to the ground. I caught myself, but the knee started swelling up and tightening after that. And it was over.
I probably should not have hobble-jogged to the 30k bridge crossing to cut to the finish, but I kinda felt like punishing myself. I felt bad. Really really bad. It was "not my fault," but was it? Wasn't it? Everything flying through my brain...so much training... and then the scary "What if I can't get this knee thing straightened out" thought popped into my head... Damn, that really started an emotional spiral... I was looking forward to a "break" after this race, and now even that seems spoiled... I promise I won't stay here for long, but, right now, I'm not in a good place.
I'm not actually feeling this despondent, but this is a good line and I can't waste it:
"In lieu of flowers, please commemorate the life of my running career with a donation to your favorite local physical therapist."
Yeah yeah yeah I know. I'll be OK.