2086 appears to be our Mike Davis. Something went wrong - he was running a steady pace through the first 9 miles, and then he was abducted by the aliens. Maybe an injury. Or maybe timing system malfunction.
I held that pace through mile 11 on the bridge when my knee started acting up and I decided to drop out. I was pretty disappointed given that I was feeling good otherwise and really expected to finish strong at that pace. My only worry before the start was failing cardio-wise after taking so much time off in June. I guess I'm not really as young as I feel anymore.
