At mile 15 while running on JFK Drive, I nearly stepped on what appeared to be somekind of rodent or maybe a squirrel or a chipmunk-- It's gotta be a chipmunk. Yes, a chipmunk. In a perfect world there would be a disease called Chipmunkiosis, a beautiful diagnosis.
At mile 18 while climbing up Golden Gate Park I began to experience intense nausea and cramps. Marching to the side of the road I puked. Several runners looked on but they kept on running. The thought came – At some point in life someone has probably seen me and thought "Well... at least I'm not that guy." This is that moment.
At mile 23, I hit the wall... The cumulative result of puking, dehydration, and depleting my glycogen stores. The 3:30 pacing team passed me – What am I doing here? why am I doing this?
The last 3 miles... Seemingly the longest 5K of my life, a stretch filled with flashbacks of things that passed; October 31, 2013-October 31, 2104. Almost like a mirage—Is that the Ghost from Taiwan? No. No it's not.
After the finish line – goodbye is the hardest thing that i could do. Wish I'd had the strength to prove you wrong...