miserable, just miserable...

In the words of Nate, "That was miserable, just miserable." I don't really feel the need to give a play-by-play of Saturday's 13.1 mile "time trial," but I did learn some valuable lessons:

1. If someone tells you there is water halfway through your run, take the 10 minutes to drive there and double check. Yes, we did find water, but had many panic moments thinking there wouldn't be any at mile 7.
2. Don't listen to the random man at the campground who is smoking weed and drinking beer telling you it's only 3 miles back down to the freeway.
3. Don't start a 13.1 mile run in the desert at noon.
4. When you feel nauseous at mile 1, maybe it's time to re-evaluate, and re-schedule for another day.

I'm sure there were more lessons that I am forgetting. Overall, that run was completely demoralizing and a general mind f***. It made me question entering the race at all, if it takes me 3:44 to go 13 miles, how the hell am I going to finish 33 miles in less than 9 hours (the cut off time).

It's two days later and I'm feeling much better, I've come to realize that run was an anomaly. Here's to a better time next weekend. I know it won't get worse than this.