The run recap: I’m not a runner. It doesn’t come naturally to me. But I’ve worked hard over the last year to change my mind set, alter my form and improve upon my pace (thanks to my amazing PT @lmizzy7 ). Going into the race I felt confident I could push through. My first 2 mile felt ok and I maintained just over a 9 minutes pace. Just before mile 3 I tripped and fell hard on a rock, skinned up my hands and knees pretty badly and needed to stop quick at the aid station so I didn’t have blood running down my legs the entire race. As I was running to the aid station I felt frustrated, tired and annoyed that I had fallen. I was flooded with emotion and started to cry. Between crying and still trying to maintain a decent pace I began to have a panic attack and couldn’t breathe. It was a strange feeling as I’ve never experienced anything like that before. Sitting down at the aid station helped but looking back now, I just mentally felt done at that point. You always live and learn because as I reflect back, I wish I had dug deeper and pushed harder to keep going. It was in me somewhere. But my legs were hurting and I felt frustrated and tired. I can’t honestly say I gave it my all. But I finished. I walked more than I had hoped and now I know what I need to work on for next time. ….And as these pictures clearly show, as you swipe over, I became less and less enthusiastic as the run went on.