After taking the first step out of the bed in the morning, it was clear that something was terribly wrong with the left foot in particular.
An early attempt at a slow walk did no good. The pain from the day before had manifested itself in both the fifth metatarsal as well as a massively swollen left ankle. Decision was made to lay low for the day and make an attempt at a walk in the afternoon. To no avail.
To say I'm disappointed is obviously not enough. But it's not the disappointment I was thinking it would be. 100 miles in two days was really exciting to experience. The end of each day was met with a sense of supreme accomplishment to be sure. What I thought would be my downfall was a non-factor - sore muscles. My legs responded much better than I had thought. My training had prepared me well mentally as well as physically. I felt like I could take on the world after those first two days. But you can't prepare your feet for that experience or truly know how they are going to react to that distance. I didn't plan on that.
No, the disappointment is in the perfect setup that was in front. The weather was PERFECT each day. The muscles felt fantastic every morning. Nutrition was going very well, liquids were flowing. My crew was the best ever. Every need was met, every moment of discomfort was quickly squashed by their help. The miles were going so easy. That's the disappointing part - it was all right there. But the feet said no.
I'll have more to write later, but I'm in a very positive state of mind knowing that I know that I could have made it had my feet held up. The scenery was the best I have seen in Nebraska and the best I've seen in quite sometime. It was worth the attempt. Worth the pain. Worth the anguish that will bug me for awhile.
I can't thank people enough for their support throughout this adventure. I'll have more on that later. For now, back to Omaha. In a car.