I'll cut to the chase - Ran until 22 miles and dropped out. The hotel was only 800m away. The decission was easy. My legs were becoming shot. I walked about a half of a mile to get to the 22nd mile, and called it a day. Some slight-ish regets maybe, but nothing that will haunt me of course.
So it all started good. I was about 2:30 by the time I made it to the starting line. (Beaser was across the starting line in about 10 secs.) I started my watch in a sea of salmon it seemed. I was clicking off mid-6:00 miles without any issues and caught Beaser at exactly 6km. My knee was still a bit tight, but no real issues. We were constantly in groups and pods of runners. On my watch we hit the half in about 1:24, so Beaser was 1:26 or so.
There is just soooo many things to write about. Mostly the throngs of people are notable here. Spectators, that is. Nary was there a section without people cheering and being jovial. 500,000 folks supposively line the course. But all was going great through the half and I felt like aces.
Slowly fatigue in the legs was setting in deeper and deeper. I knew I was going to have some problems, but figured anything past 20 would be just an easy finish. That wasn't the case. I tried to start back running just before the 22nd mile, but it was a hobble. I did the math in my head and thought it could easily take me 45 mins to do the last 4 miles. It was just going that poorly - so yes, I packed it in.
Beaser did great. He finished in 2:53 and soldiered on through his aches and pains like a seasoned vet. So all of the credit goes to him, and to everyone else who finished despite sore this and sore that.
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