Somehow it happened. Sweet! The thermometer I pass said 74 degrees. It seemed warmer in the sun, but in the shade, in the cloud cover it was nice. Between miles 6 and 7 I always pass a church and it was open. Hallelujah! Service was hours from starting, so I stepped inside and asked if I could use a faucet. Thank you! My water holster holds a measly 20 ounces, but I finished the run with water still sloshing around.
Some days just finishing the miles is accomplishment enough. Saturday's run wasn't anything special. It wasn't my fastest run ever. It also wasn't complete agony the whole time. I managed to stay under my race goal time, if only by 4 seconds per mile. By comparison last Saturday's killer 12-miler took me 50 minutes longer to finish an additional 3 miles. Yikes!