Notes
Glorious fail. Write more later.
Didn't think I went out too fast, but, at mile 10, I knew I needed to slow. At the half, I REALLY knew I needed to slow.
Still, I had a blast. I've had no training. Been sick as fuck. Exhausted from indentured servitude. 10 pounds heavy. But, I was feeling: go big or go home, so ... I went for it. I didn't try to put time in the bank—that's foolish—but, still, the bank foreclosed on me.
(26.48/3:18:22.32/7:30 - that's with turning off Garmin to pee @ mile 13.)