To say that the London Marathon wasn't my day is an understatement. I've never wanted to quit a race so badly in my life. But despite the fact that I didn't get the race I wanted, I still believe that the only way you can fail is if you fail to try. Last year, I set an impossible goal. And after one failed attempt, I was ready to make impossible, possible. Do I regret setting an impossible goal? Or why do I feel like I'm braving a breakup? Let's talk about what happened during the London Marathon.