You know how sometimes you have when you run… That Feeling?
The one where you’re pretty certain that someone is stabbing you in your abdomen so your intestines are trying to use all available emergency exits to get out of the area.
The one that has you pulling over to dry heave on the side of a Virginia highway as you wonder if you could get away with using the woods along said highway to do something you should definitely not be doing this close to Arlington National Cemetery.
The one where you are 100% certain you just want someone to pick you up and drive you back to the finish line because you stopped caring after the last mile marker, where you would say you “stopped giving a shit” but giving a shit is literally occupying most of your thoughts at this point.
Where you decided to be 5 seconds off your 1 mile PR pace for the first mile without really thinking about how you have another 3 miles you have to run? (And by the way, you have to go back uphill for those.)
It’s cool, though, because I got beignets afterward and that made things 100% better.