Boston Marathon Race Recap, Part 9: Thinking about gel guy for miles kept my mind off of the hurt I was already feeling. Jess, Sara and I were clicking off some solid paces together. I felt momentum in the 16th mile, running a 5:13. But after that things went dark. Doubts on top of doubts started to fill my head. 💭Why did I run that 5:02? Why didn’t I hold back when things felt off early? Is there a point in even trying when the Top 3 is so far out of reach? As these negative thoughts flooded in, I looked up and saw a group of my friends. I normally would be waving and smiling, but instead I did something I’ve never done in a race before: I shook my head. I made eye contact with them for what felt like an eternity, eyes pleading with them to save me, to tap in, to do anything to get me out of this situation. 💭Emma, what is wrong with you? That is not ok! You are letting the doubts consume you! 💭Delete! Delete! Delete! That head shake was enough to shake some sense into ...