Sometimes you crush the event. Sometimes the event crushes you. St. George crushed me. My first ever DNF. It was so hot and I was just hemorrhaging electrolytes faster than I could replace them. As hard as it was, I had to make the call at mile 7 of the run that there was simply no way to make time. I wanted so badly to keep going but no matter how much I drank, no matter how many gels I took in, the cramping was just getting worse and worse.

I barely made cut off for the second lap, made it by about 5 minutes, but the first lap took almost two hours to complete and I was only slowing down. I had less than 90 minutes to make the last 6 miles. The course was so hilly and by the time I got to the run, I would bet good money the temp on the asphalt was pushing 100*. There was hardly any shade anywhere on the course. It was about the worst conditions I could imagine for that size event.

I feel so defeated right now. I broke down in tears on the ride home. That was after my left hamstring locked up on me and I was in so much pain I had to have mom pull over on the side of I-15 and spend 5 minutes on the side of the freeway rubbing the cramp out of my leg.

I think the thing that makes this sting even worse is that since this is the last time for StG, there's no chance of me coming back and trying again.