This next stretch was where the tiredness started getting to me.
I didn't train well enough for this marathon this year. I;m not even sure I trained properly at all. In fact I think I only clocked one practice run of more than two hours of jogging in the two months I began training by trying to run twice a week.
With that said, I began walking from around the 16km mark. This made me a tad sad.
I also got to see the infamous Bus of Shame, which was a big motivator to NOT SLOW DOWN.
Grabbed some gel for dinner as well, but they tasted like crap. Who makes cappuccino-flavoured running gels anyway?!
The back half of this leg was filled with a lot of run walk run walk.
Also the 19km mark was where the half-marathoners dropped off to another route which was super demoralizing for us marathoners. Kept asking myself why I didn't do the half-marathon instead.