Worst Race Ever

Not the most inviting title I know.  But it really was.  Let me back up though.

Hubby is still painting the house so I spent Friday evening and all day Saturday out of the house with the kids so he could work.  Saturday I went to my sister's house to see my nephew.  She even let me babysit for him.  Okay, it was two hours.  But hey, I'm still honored since he was a month old on Saturday.  Happy Birthday Oliver!  Aunt Jen loves you.  (Sorry no photo.  Oliver's mom and dad are not fans of the paparazzi.)

We ordered pasta for dinner at their house (by my request) and wound up waiting almost two hours for the food.  By the time it came I was exhausted and it was past my little one's bedtime.  We literally ate and ran.  So, I carb-loaded basically on Italian bread and got to bed by 10 p.m.  I could not sleep though.  I was so worried about the 18 mile tune up.  It's strange because I have run that race before and I have run two marathons before.  Still, I was tossing and turning all night.

Got up at 5 and out the door.  The race started at 7 and we were off.  I knew that the course was three loops of Central Park but I didn't remember it feels so long.  The first loop seemed to take forever to complete and I tried to keep my head in the game.  When I started the second loop, my legs were already hurting and I was so tired.  I opted to walk some of Harlem Hill.  Then I would run for a mile and need to walk again.  I figured that if I made it through the second loop, I could walk as much as needed for the final loop.  Finally by mile 10 I was in alot of pain.  There just came a point when i could not start running again.  I walked and walked and tried to get my head to make my legs move.  I knew that was the end for me.  I walked to the side and I called my friend.  I needed a friend at that moment.  I walked for over a  mile to the finish line area and then I knew I was no going to make that final loop.  I went to the medical tent and the doctor there thought it might be my sciatic nerve.  I sat in the grass and cried for a while until my friend was done.

My leg hurt even more by the time I got home and continued to hurt throughout the day and night.  I am now limping at work and trying to get an appointment with a sport medicine doctor.  If anyone knows a doctor  in NYC with an appointment available before 2012, please let me know. :(

I am not sure where I stand now, but I am extremely worried and I cry out of the blue every few hours.  The marathon is in 39 days. :(

HELP!!!