I'm still processing yesterday's race.
It was hot.
It was humid.
I was running well, and then I wasn't.
Dropped at mile 21(4:45 in).
I could have continued but I knew it would be a death march and I wasn't that invested. I didn't have it in my legs and I didn't want to be trashed for the next 2 or 3 weeks.
I still have some lingering questions & remorse for my decision. This is my first DNF, I guess there is a lesson in here, I'm still trying to sort it out.