Not the best race... The whole trip was a bittersweet one. On the one hand I was able to see
a lot of friends. On the other, none of my kids made the trip with me
this year.  I did, however, get to have dinner Saturday night with my oldest and youngest daughters.
The
plan was to run a 3:55 marathon with Smooth and Kathie—and we were on
track up through mile 15. I had to water a sage brush and found myself a
lone man amongst thousands for the remainder of the race… I did catch
up to my brother two or three times.
From 18 on I was walking
quite a bit, but I saw that writing on the wall back at the top of Veyo.
My legs ached and I could feel the lack of recovery in each step. I
don’t know that the lack of recovery was the time—only two weeks between
St. George and TOU—but rather a crappy diet. With my kitchen now just a
hole in the back of my house, I’ve been eating very poorly—even more so
than my normal single male really crappy diet.
Looking at my
splits, the race really wasn’t a complete and utter disaster—even
though it feels like it. Only 10 of the miles were over 10 minutes.
Other
than the fatigue and the aches, I really felt good throughout the run.
It was about an hour after I finished that I realized I was dehydrated.
Or something.
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