I’ve completed 29 races. Number 30 will have to wait. I got sick and had to drop out of the New York City Marathon just before the 12 mile mark. As far as I can tell, it was a stomach bug. I felt fine until around mile 4, then things got progressively worse. I ended up walking most of the last 2 miles. stopping at a medical tent. I’ll still do a race report with a few more details.

It sucks. There’s just no other way to say it. 4 months of training, gone.

I suppose I’m hanging in there mentally. Physically, I’m fine. My stomach recovered completely, and I got to visit my cousins on Monday. It kind of sucked having to tell the story of my Sunday multiple times, though.

I really thought the 2017 New York City Marathon would be my last. My plan was to go out there, leave everything on the course, and hopefully finish in under 5 hours, but if not, I’d have to accept that I threw everything I had at the marathon. Now? There’s no way in hell I’m going out like that.

I’ll enter the lottery in 2018. Maybe I can get in and cross the finish line next year. Maybe 2019. Maybe later than that. I just know that I will cross the finish line in Central Park one more time.