being a little less than right

Well I ran the Mississauga marathon and after it, I updated my facebook status with "I think that hurt a little more because William Johnson (my husband) was right and I was a bit less than right"  He would get what I meant, that I was making fun of my pain from the run and my seeming need to just do somethings sometimes without thinking long-term.  Anyone else might wonder about the status, not knowing I did a race, maybe think I have a hard time admitting I'm wrong (which I don't really think is the case, but truth be told I prefer to be right)...
So what was he right about?  Basically, he felt I wasn't respecting the distance (42.2k) that I was planning on running, that I hadn't done enough training.  That's not to say he didn't think I could do it (he may even have more faith in my abilities than I do) and he knows I'd walk it before I quit. It's that he knows I don't really want to have that kind of race where I know I could have done so much better if I had been properly prepared.  It's that he knows that the recovery it will take from pushing through something I'm not really ready for will take away from the training I should really be building up
When I was feeling the pain during the run I may have cursed his name for being right, but not because what he said was specifically hurtful  (the implication of that in my FB status was just my humour).  I knew I hadn't really put in enough long runs, it wasn't shocking news what he had told me; but when I hit the pain during the race there was no way to ignore how right he was and how stubborn I can be.  Knowing I wouldn't be able to race race it before I even started running, I told myself I would do it as a training run; because in fact that's what I wanted it to be as I was hoping to try my 1st 50k later this month (ya more of me being impatient with all the things I want to do).  But who am I kidding, I can't tame my competitive side in a race... I did start slower than I have ever started a race, but I quickly got bored of the pace; I let my mind trick me: going slow means I'll just be dragging out the Hurt.  So I picked it up abit, not so I was huffing and puffing or anything, just a more steady pace. 21.1k in 1:53 and I was feeling pretty good (in your face Bill- lol)  But by 28k, the thought of 14k more to go was daunting (& I took my in your face Bill, back).  I did shuffle in at 4:04 and took 2 days off training to walk without wincing and I have down graded the upcoming 50k to a 25k, which means I likely have to wait another year to try an ultra-marathon.  (patients, I'll work on it; at least while the pain is still fresh in my mind it won't be too hard to be patient)   And that's the story behind my FB status.   My being a little less than right is worthy of a blog, since it doesn't happen often (lol)

at least there was free beer after ~ most people who know me know I 'd run for that