At 7am and 8,500 feet above sea level, pouring rain in 38 degree weather doesn't feel all that bad. At 10am, it feels like *death* and that is exactly what I felt like when I made my choice. I agonized over that decision for a good 2 miles. Do I go on? Do I quit? I have never been in this situation before. ever. The cold wasn't so bad but the moisture was. I was soaked to the bone. My hands were numb and unbeknowst to me, my lips were blue. When I stopped at the aid station at mile 19, an uncontrollable shivering began and my body began to ache. I am pretty sure these are early warning signs of hypothermia. At 5' 8 1/2" and only 125lbs this season, the weather conditions were absolutely the bain. of. my. existence! Seriously, I couldn't have been more UNlucky. To continue running would have been extremely detrimental to my health. The rain continued well after I got home and it was then that I knew I had made the right decision. Despite my legs and feet feeling incredible. Despite the fact that I was running 25 seconds per mile faster than last year. Despite the knowledge that if I had continued on at that pace, I would have placed 5th or 6th female OVERALL. But...I know I can run a marathon with my eyes closed and this is about something greater. Something bigger. And something much more exciting...Ironman Florida. So, today my definition of DNF changed forever. It means ~ Did. Not. Fail. as I kept my eye on the prize...140.6 miles in November.