Humiliating. Disappointing. Devastating. I was en route to a certain Bronze medal at about a 55.5 pace.
I cut my forehead, skinned my shoulder, knees, and hands.
To spend thousands, train for a year, and go home with nothing. All I can say is, I'm feeling the agony of defeat in the worst way. Suffered to get here. Suffered in defeat. The Buddhists say, 'Life is suffering.' Maybe this is what I needed.
From leading the world championship race .... to falling on my face
I feel broken right now. A loser, surrounded by so many colleagues that are winners.
It's going to be hard to get back on that track and train for indoor.