There's not a lot I'll stay up until 12:45 am for, but watching Kipchoge go for his Breaking2 is definitely one of them. And I'm still emotional today when I think about it. This was an incredible event, a truly wonderful demonstration of talent and drive and precision. The pacers, sliding in and out of formation with total focus. Kipchoge, smiling in pain. Dawn breaking after the start. Texting Malcolm throughout and then calling our dad to wake him up when it looked like a sub 2 might actually happen.
It didn't. 2:00:24. But instead of "OMG he was so close that's terrible!" I'm left with a sense of awe. It was awe-inspiring in the original sense of the term. I had chills in the last moments even when I saw he wasn't going to do it, watching the pacers drop back to urge him on, how they were pulling for him so hard, how he expended every single iota of himself to achieve this goal. Amazing. I felt lucky to witness this effort.
Here is a good inside-baseball account of the run and I give credit to LetsRun for writing this after their snarky take-down of the attempt earlier in the day.
Also all the other nay-sayers can just suck it.
Now as for me? Channeling Eliud all the way (in theory, not in pace), I ran 10 miles @ 10:30. It was a great day: cool and sunny. Windy by the lake but warm in the sheltered bike path.
I thought I'd want at least one more water stop but wasn't sure I'd have any fountains so I actually ran with the water bottle in my hand (or hands - I kept passing it back and forth) for about 1.5 miles. I'd never done that before and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be! I channeled my inner ultrarunner.
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(Rick Danko, oh my heart)