Whew.
I had nine miles to give, and not much more. The finishing point came downtown, so it was a slow slog back up the hill for me, though Nancy was doing hill sprints or something ridiculous. I barely had enough energy to stretch afterward, though I eventually summoned the strength to make it back downtown for food and beers with Nancy and James.
The lady in my watch said I burned 1901 calories during my run which, even if it's not accurate, probably means I should think about eating more than a few jellybeans during the run. James was talking about fig newtons in a way that made me think he has a custom dispenser on his handlebars, so maybe that's the ticket. All I know is that being wrecked after nine miles isn't quite what I need to run 13.1. But I have a few more weeks to work through that.
Grr, bogus average pace there. It was actually an 11:49 average, which I'm okay with for now.
