Notes
Time to write this mofo: 4: 0 fucking 9. That is what 2900 plus miles and 4-5 solid months of training gets you for a SW Florida marathon in October.
Met up with a marathon daily user, Docket rocket, and she and I and her friend Angie chatted for a bit pre race. At the gun nice and slow up and over ft myers beach bridge. I think mile 1 was 8:15 (big ass bridge). Then tried to find 7:45 pace. It took me until mile 4 to get there. Feeling pretty good all the way to about 10 where I saw Jon and Dermot. As Jon picked me up at 12, I was laboring a bit, but I figured all I had to do was stay on his tail so I'd b good. But the course went though this crappy park for 2 loops, sharp turns, variable surfaces, pedestrians, carriages, bikes that needed to be dodged and it took away any rythym I had going. Jon said 15 was 8:00 and 16 was 8.30 so as we got to dermot I was done. I told them, they told me they were cool with that, dermot said he knew when he got up I wasn't going to make it, just too hot and humid. Jogged to about 22 then the cramps struck and I was one hurting puppy from there to the end. Got my finisher medal and towel, kept the towel but I threw the medal right in the harbor.