great and awful and great all at once

That was hard. It was blazing hot with no shade at all. I had to take frequent walk breaks the last half of the course just to keep from overheating. My legs felt fine. I could've run much stronger, but it was so freaking hot.

I also had some lingering breathing problems from this week's sickness.

Needless to say my time was not great. In fact it was my slowest race ever of any distance. But I did it. After all the bullshit and injury and drama of the past five years in my body, I did it.

A friend found me close to the end and I ran the last bit with her, which really helped me to the finish line. It was not pretty.

I might be more proud of this than of the 50Ks. This was a huge step for me. Feels really good to be done.