I'm not particularly proud of my finishing time, or the fact that my quadriceps became iron logs at Mile 21. But, I did it. And that's that.
|OK, it's funny, but am I the only person who thinks sloths are really creepy?|
|This is where I bury my first drafts: under a giant rock guarded by goats. Fierce guard goats.|
So, I'm letting my legs rest and recover and I have a first draft tucked away on my laptop. I'll revisit both running and writing this week as soon as I fight off those fierce guard goats.