... was the number safety-pinned to my shirt. We took off in the middle of the pack and came back in with apparently the "last big clump," according to my spectator-in-waiting. We stopped to walk twice, probably about half a mile in total, which leaves about 2.6 miles of actual running. Clock time at crossing the finish was 36:17, although I have to wait for them to tally the radiochip device on my shoe for the real duration.
I'm still alive.
I still hate running.
I think I would do it again.
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Our story so far: Currently:
A St. Louis native's ramblings and rantings during her last year at Kenyon college, Gambier, OH... and further adventures comprising her Fulbright research year in lovely Göttingen, Germany.
After 5 fabulous years (so far) of grad school in Chicago/Evanston, it's time to hunker down and keep my eye on the prize!
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Hooray for you!
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