To date, the worst race i have ever run has been the 2011 Schaumburg turkey trot half marathon. (you all thought i was going to say Flying Pig, didn't you? or perhaps Get Lucky?)
I can't pinpoint a reason why this race was so terrible. In hindsight, i would actually KILL right now to run a race in freezing rain. I'm not even joking! I think the real killer for me in this race was myself. I was mentally exhausted, and had been wanting a break from running, and i didn't give it to myself. Instead, i kept pushing to make an unrealistic goal. Half way through this race, i had a complete mental breakdown. I didn't just start pouting, i started balling my eyes out, and had to sit on a rock for a minute and just cry. In the rain. It was a misery i had not experienced before, and could not cope with. I hated running at that moment because i wasn't having fun anymore. I eventually started running again and finished the race (after people kept asking me if i was hurt) and you can see in the picture that even though i am smiling, my face is red and puffy from my sob session. I didn't run again after that for a month.
Lesson learned - When your body demands a break, give it a break. None of us are olympic athletes. This isn't our job, it's our reward. It should be fun. It's also okay to cry - just don't wear mascara (ouch.) and make sure you eventually finish the race.
Also, i am sorry for being lame this week and not visiting everyone's blog as often as normal. I am in meltdown mode, and will be back to normal next week :)