Painful and fun roll though the forests and neighborhoods of Holladay. avg 8:46. Marathon ability seems far away at this point. Body on last mile was in a little more anguish than it seemed it should be for a budding young hopeful marathoner.
Colder than a witches titty in a brass bra. This Junior High saying came to my mind during the 1st mile for some reason and sums up the first 3 miles of this run. 15 degrees at the start. avg 8:52 still better than a treadmill I suppose.
