Earlier this month I did go to, and finish, the Chickamauga Half Marathon. Worst time ever because I had to walk a lot of it. My heart rate is doing some weird crap recently and after about 6 miles every time I started to jog my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my throat.
So since I really didn't feel like finding emergency help on the race course I just walked it and hated pretty much every minute of the last 6'ish miles. It was so freakin' cold that morning. While I had started to warm up in the first half (of the half) when I slowed down to walking I could feel the cold again. I'm almost tempted to buy my race photos because the look on my face is priceless. It pretty much says, "what is this crap?" Or stronger language was probably actually running through my brain at the time.
This morning on my Facebook feed I saw this article from Runners World. And I agree with every word and gif.