My second lap was even harder, and I was walking more than I was running, but I still kept trying to push forward. Again, I avoided food and decided water could be the only way forward. Emotionally this was hell. It was not in my race plan and not something I had experienced when out running before. I had run a marathon already this year and completed several multi-sport events and here I was debilitated by something I could not resolve. All I could do was keep moving forward. I collected my second lap band and walked through the town again, high fiving the man on the mic and trying to smile at his encouragement and the applause of the spectators who lined every street, urging me and everyone else to push on.