Saturday, March 28, 2009
Big day. Ran half marathon in the morning. Was humid. Had poops at mile 10. Lost a minute or so. Many hills. Hills bad! Too many. Last hill say "I beat you Marty." I say "Goddamn you hill." Final stretch good. Feel better. Kara friend. She run with me. She good pacer and encourager. Even come back after I poop. We hold good pace. Maybe too fast in beginning. Many hills. Need more warning or less hills. Arrrr. Final time 1:35.23. Good for now. Many miles run. Then give Powerstroke clinic. Talk for six hours straight. Good clinic. Good peoples. Brain hurt. No more big words. No more analysis swim stroke. Sit. Beer. TV. That is all.