Let's face it, I was struggling from the get go. My first bout of GI issues. I won't get too graphic, but let's just say things weren't in smooth working order.

Started out on a decent pace, and obviously felt good going down hill. I felt confident, but things sort of set the tone when I saw my "fast" pace was only fast if I were on flat ground. Figured I'd keep it up, and give myself a shot.

About mile 5, the course flatten out, and I realized my time was just on pace for 2 hours, or maybe a bit better. Not promising given the terrain. Kicked along anyway.

Around mile 6, the wheels started falling off my GI wagon. Felt increasing unsteady, and that progressed steadily to panicky looks for a potty. Found a fixed building men's room, and nearly ran over some poor lady taking a swift right turn toward it. Stood in line forever (probably 7-8 minutes), and then got my turn at the toilet, sitting there next to the urinal, with no wall, no door, and 10 other guys waiting their turn. Did my business as my good friends looked on. Just great.

Got back on the course, and cruised the rest of the race. Walked at water stops, and just enjoyed the rest of the day (yes, feeling much better).

Not my most glamorous moment in sports.

Skip the El Pollo Loco the night before. My wife was out of town, and I'm an idiot for doing that.

Oh, and also train more, but that, for once, seems like a secondary issue.

Just walked to the car.


Pretty obvious from above, no>?


Good race; nice course; well organized. Would do again.