Today I DNFed a 10k. I got to about 4.5k, got really dizzy and started zig zagging around and veering towards a pond, so at the halfway point I bailed. Then I cried all over the very kind St Johns Ambulance people, who were really lovely but I was pretty inconsolable. The race organiser gave me a special xmas medal (left over from the kids race I guess) and that just made me weep even more.
At the point that I was thinking that my running confidence couldn’t be much lower, I went to pick up my bike to head home and got a puncture almost immediately. It was a 45 minute walk to the train station, though at least the pouring rain made it less obvious that I was crying.