If I look slightly dejected in number 2 that’s because I was. The day was perfect, the course amazing, the race small and well-organized, the sun shining and my heart strong after 18 months of no marathon running. But after a smooth and fast half my injured lower left side started acting up. I stepped out around mile 20, my first DNF on the 26.2.
No regrets, though. Sometimes it’s better to feel disappointed and healthy-ish than the alternative. In fact, I feel that’s an excellent excuse.
Oh, and my new Dutch column on the race.