Ran with a few friends and the company of 4,600 runners. People were screaming at me and trying to make me drink out of some cups. Occasionally I ran into some person who had a stick of Vaseline. I wonder what they wanted me to do with that? The first few miles were interesting. Someone biffed it right next to me and got trampled. Around mile 4 I ran over several road kills. Spots of blood and bone. I thought to my self. "Poor Clyde and Dustin, may they rest in piece." I was moving nice and felt good until Veyo hill. Then my right calf told me that I was a pain to carry, and it wanted to quit. The moon looked cool. Big and bright. I did not get my goal time, But there will be other marathons. I had a good time. I was glad to find Clyde and Dustin alive and well at the finish line. | 