I feel like a piece of lead. I just try to hang on and not go slower. My heart monitor tells me I m really working hard for this last mile. It seems to go on and on. Finally - I can see the finish line in the distance.
People line the street all the way to the end.
I ignore them and my labored breathing and start my kick. The kick I have today is difficult to continue to the finish. I already know my finishing time will be lousy but I stride faster and faster until I cross the finish line gasping loudly. After I cool down a little and take in fluids, my husband and I talk about the course. He told me he had a struggle for the last mile also.