For me, it was in December 2005, I completed the Honolulu Marathon after being bedridden with a stomach flu the day before. 2 days before it started with chills, high fever, fatigue and overall dehydration. I remember crying WHILE throwing up as I thought about the months I had dedicated to training for this one day. And perhaps, all for nothing. I hadn't eaten, I couldn't ... since I didn't have an appetite and even if I did, I couldn't even hold a glass of ginger ale down. I never prayed so hard.
