It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
Oh, wait, that's just plagiarism.
Still, kinda describes my run on Saturday.
I felt really strong and was way ahead of schedule by the halfway point.
My knee didn't hurt once during the race.
I saw several people I knew and enjoyed the camaraderie.
A couple of my favorite young women were manning the drink stations.
One of my favorite young men was at the finish line.
One of the police officers at a street crossing is a friend of mine and had encouraging words.
Despite setbacks, I still finished 5 minutes faster than I'd predicted.
My muscles weren't the least bit sore afterwards - even went out running again today.
The wind blowing in my face was not fun!
I drank too much at mile 8.7 and then dealt with a sideache for the rest of the race.
My right knee and left hip hurt now.
Still have to train for a full marathon.
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