I started fading quickly after that hill. My pace went to pieces. I had no rhythym. To say I was shook was an understatement. I slowed to a crawl and took a gel. It took a while before I leveled out and came through the wall. I wasn’t giving in. This was the last Dublin Marathon for me and oddly I was happy. It didn’t matter that I was struggling. I was enjoying it. That being said I tried to restart the engine but I didn’t have enough energy left to get angry. I rely on my emotional intelligence to point my anger in the right direction when I need it but now after heartbreak hill I searched for some anger to get the fire going again but it wasn’t there. I didn’t just try once I went deep, looked around, cross checked and double checked. My mind reported back with ‘nothing left’ circling around my minds eye in bold, italics and highlighted in red.

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