My car was out of gas at city hall, so before work I jogged over there with a gas can--0.5 miles. After work, 8 slow, gruesome treadmill miles. My pre-run fajitas, while tasty, didn't make a great contribution to this effort. Nevertheless, I got the time in. I suppose at least half the marathon will feel like that gut-bomb, so it was good practice. Unfortunately, the pace languished around 8:20. | 