Christian My Rabbit
Even the best plans can sometimes go south. My rabbit was to meet me at mile 13. I’m not sure why, perhaps it was a little harder than expected to get to his target or perhaps he got distracted, but he was not there.
I usually hit a wall around mile 20 or so, but this time things started to go in the wrong direction at around mile ten. I don’t know why, perhaps I was not careful about what I ate the night before or before the start of the race, or the new socks I was wearing. I totally disregarded the warning my coaches tried to hard to instill in me.
As you can imagine, I really needed my rabbit.