BST to Freedom Hills. I ran pretty hard the whole time. I left a bit too late for the light remaining, and got off the trails just before visibility was very sketchy. It's hard to comprehend these temperatures in April. Last night it didn't even drop below 70. Who traded April for July? I spent the whole run thinking about transcending pain. I don't spend enough time in pain to learn how to compartmentalize it, or embrace it and run along with it. I think good runners are able to shut it out or work with it somehow, like a woman in labor. At Boston, I spent a mile behind a guy with a tank that said "Trained on speed and LSD." I'm embarrassed that it took me around 10 minutes to figure out what it meant. I need a shirt that says "Smack me hard if I'm walking." I looked at my garmin for the first time, and my race report isn't strictly accurate, it appears. The lowlight includes a 9:42 mile. I should have checked it out sooner when correlating stages and places were fresh in my mind. A week later, the entire marathon is just a sweaty, pleasant smear in my mind. | 