A first for me yesterday. At Mile 13.5, about halfway through the first of what was suppose to be three climbs up #12 and through the keyhole, I had a complete and total meltdown. My legs were absolute toast, and I sat down on the side of the trail and started blubbering like a baby. Unbelievable. After a few minutes, I tried to pull myself together and start climbing again, but I realized it just wasn't going to happen. So much for 22 miles. All the lifting and moving of office furniture, equipment, and boxes of files last week, on top of keeping up with my running and x-training, finally caught up with me.

I got about .10 back down #12 when I see Karen and Charlie running toward me, and I almost lost it again. God bless, Karen! She gave me a hug and said, "Let's just walk." We went a little bit further before I finally said enough's enough, and she and Charlie escorted me out to the trail head where I got another hug from Karen before she headed off her merry way and I dragged my sorry ass to the car. I managed 16, but they were brutal.

Emailed Coach Bill and he sent me a reply of DO NOT RUN TOMORROW! YOU'RE BODY IS TELLING YOU IT NEEDS A REST! Yes, my friend, it is. Even today, I feel worse than I did after SOB. Just utterly and completely exhausted. Guess if you're gonna fall apart, it's better to do it now rather than right before Big Sur in three weeks.