This got long winded, so I tried to summarize the first paragraph in case you don't want to read the novel.
The 2011 Delaware Marathon was the most humbling experience of my life. I can't quite get my head wrapped around what went wrong today, but the one thing is for certain - I underestimated everything and paid a huge price. The humidity, the heat, my fitness, the hills. You name it, I screwed it up. I finished, but nowhere near where I thought I would - 4:42:17. I'm still proud with being able to limp it in and be a finisher, but my god it hurt.
The weather this morning was gross. It was 65 and 100% humidity at 6AM when we left the house. I decided with the humidity I better scale it back some at the beginning to get settled in. The first 6 miles were flat so it was a good amount of time to settle in. I was comfortable right off the bat and was rock steady at 9:18-9:20 for the first 6.
At mile 6 we entered into Brandywine valley where the majority of the climbs were at. From 6-10 was a lot hillier than I expected, but I felt strong. I sort of fell asleep on the hills for the 7th mile and ran a 9:56. Maybe this was my first sign that something was wrong, but I didn't realize it. The humidity was so bad we were running through fog/mist through the park. I couldn't tell what was sweat and what was water. I really wanted it to rain in hopes that it would bring the humidity down.
After 10 there was a nice downhill back into the city until we hit mile 12 which had the biggest climb of the run. My wife, kids, brother, and friend were at this point after a quick sighting at 4.0. My 2yr old son reached out for a high five which was a major shot of adrenaline. By this time I had hooked up with a woman from VA. She was super cool and chatty (almost too chatty). We cruised up the hill with no issue and rolled back towards the start. This was a 2 loop course, so we got to do everything again. We had joked about how much 'fun' that hill was going to be at 25.
At 15 I had to pee so bad it was painful. I thought cool I'm hydrating well if I have to still pee like this because at this point my shoes were totally saturated from sweat. The constant squishing noise with each step was gross and felt 'great'. I tried to pee while running, but I couldn't do it. I tried to relax and just let it free, but no dice.

So off to a portopot I went. This is when I first noticed that I was feeling off. I suddenly didn't feel as energize as before. I thought it was the stop/go, but by the time I hit 16 it was no better.
At 17 I took some extra gatorade at the water station and saw the clan again shortly after. Some more high fives, but I was in trouble by then. I tried to scale it back, but no matter how much I slowed down, I was still in pain. My left foot went numb from the balls of my foot to my toes. My right arch was doing some weired pull/sting sensation. Quads were fading fast and I still had the climb through Brandywine again. I hit the first hill at 19 and felt like I ran into the proverbial wall. I had to walk. And walk. I knew then I was done. It became a game of survival. I saw a good 6-8 people on stretchers, getting checked by EMTs, etc. I just didn't want to be one of them.
I think I actually hit the wall back at 17 and was on the death march for the last 8 miles. It was not pleasant. I really questioned if I was going to be able to finish when I was at the top of the 2nd Brandywine climb at 21. I walked and shuffled it in and got pretty emotional when I saw the 26 mi marker. When I finished, I was toast and nearly collapsed. Thanks to the course worker who were right there instantly. When my wife and kids showed up, I fell apart and cried like a girl. I was proud of finishing, yet disappointed that I unraveled
so bad. My wife notice I was bleeding on my shirt. I sweat so much, the pins holding my bib rusted and stained my shirt looking like blood. Whoa...
I was 2:01 for the first half and a killer 2:41 for the 2nd half.

Its now 5+ hours later and my first 2 toes (big & middle) are still numb. Legs are torched. I tried to nap, but my legs hurt so much I couldn't fall asleep. Thanks to my awesome wife and kids who have been waiting on me all afternoon while I sit here like a tub of goo. I was prepared for a melt down, but never did I see a 41 minute positive split.
Ooof.
I'm open to any/all criticism. I want to learn from this experience.