Notes
Ideal weather at the start. Comfy 3:45-3:50 pace through mile 11. Then my nagging calf injury exploded. Held on kinda for another 2 miles then it was just too painful. Walked until I got bored, then ran until I hurt too much. Repeat. Last mile was sub-8 pace cuz I had just had myself a "beer" (High Life, lite) and wanted to get the thing over with.
The conversation:
Me - What are you doing?
Me - Walking?
Me - Why?
Me - Cuz my calf hurts like a mofo knife is jabbed in it deeper with each step.
Me - Right, so why not just call it a day.
Me - Cuz running is stupid and I am stupid.
Me - You have like 12 miles to go.
Me - You are right, maybe I should try to run.
Me - You are stupid.
Woman running alongside me - Hey, run harder, you trained for this
Me - Actually, no, I did not. That is the problem.
Me - Dude, you are stupid.
Me - Yep, but I paid for that $4 tee shirt and medal and I'm gonna go get them.
Me - Dude.
Anyhow, the beer at Little Angies and then at Fitgers was right on.