Ran with the boys in the early afternoon. 11 miles, averaged 7:21. They continued on. I ran more than I planned, so I turned back. Felt pretty good once I got moving. However, someone, he shall remain nameless, decided to eat pizza for breakfast and had to hit the park at 8.5. One of the reasons I (I mean he) doesn't eat much dairy. Apologies to the ladies for commandeering the rest room, but thanks to Patrick for covering the door.
New world record in the marathon. 19 second positive split? Nuts.
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