. And yeah, my 20k training runs were a breeze, but at 22k I hit a wall. It was the most bizarre feeling.
The wall is real, and damn hard to describe to someone who hasn't experienced it! I've run through it more than once, but damn, it's difficult. Like running through peanut butter -- your brain and lungs as well as your feet.
My first marathon, I considered stopping a few hundred meters from the end. I could SEE the damn finish line. It was insane. But I genuinely was considering stopping because I felt that shitty.
My training carried me through -- that and spotting a couple of good friends on the side (that really does give you a boost). I was shocked later, when I checked my splits, to discover that my splits all the way through the race were pretty damn even. I'd thought I ran the last few miles so much slower, but I didn't. Again, my training told. Occasionally, when I'm doing something really grueling physically or mentally and don't think I can get through, I remind myself of that feeling -- and that I did in fact power through it. It's very empowering.