Made it about 6 steps on the beach when I heard a snap and almost passed out from the pain. I couldn't even walk.
Hobbling past all the other athletes was mental agony - I couldn't help but cry knowing I couldn't even start.
More later -- all I can say is that North Carolinian's are the friendliest, most truly caring people I have ever come across. Unbelievable.
I'm still crying off and on. It will pass -- saw the event doc, things look good (as in nothing broken), she gave me her personal cell phone number and I'll be seeing her Monday before we head home.
I can't lie -- I am so disappointed. But, on the same token, the genuine concern and kindness I experienced on the 5 hour odyssey to find my Dad (two strangers took my bike and me to the water taxi, all the people in the LONG line up let me cut in front of them, the boat guys, the volunteers on the other side, oh man -- I could go on and on) has taken the edge of the mental disappointment.
I can't help but smile. I'm still crying off and on, but I can't help but smile too.
More details later.
Love you all --
Julie :) :) :)