Have you ever been so miserable during a race that you wanted to stop and just quit right there?
There were two occasions where I was miserable, but not quite close to quitting or wanting to quit: The Hottest Half in Dallas, Texas in August 2014 and the Savin Rock Half Marathon in West Haven, Connecticut in March 2015. The former was just as advertised — it was hot as hell during that race, but at least the course was super flat and the heat was dry. I pushed through and thankfully, survived without any injuries, albeit some minor sunburn. The latter was the complete opposite of the former — it was freezing — in fact, it was snowing. Big fluffy flakes fell steadily from the sky throughout the entire race. And the snow was falling on top of existing snow that had accumulated from the previous day. At one point, I was even running along side a snow plow. Fortunately, the course was flat for this race as well, and I managed to make it to the finish line. (I remained cold for a good hour after that race though.)
I didn’t think it could get any more challenging than those two races…
But then, I did the Hatfield-McCoy Double Half Marathon last June.
I experienced a whole new level of challenge with that race. It was hot. It was humid. It was hilly. And it was high elevation.
I honestly didn’t think I was going to make it. At every single water stop during the second half, I debated whether or not to quit and catch a ride back into town.
But surprisingly, I did make it — six (!!!) hours after the start time, I completed a half marathon in the hills of West Virginia and another half marathon in the hills of Kentucky, crossing states numbers 14 and 15 off the list.





