Did my half in Muscle Shoals Alabama this morning and it was fucking brutal and ran the slowest time ever. It was 36 degrees with 20 mph winds and I don’t know how they did it but they managed to make you run into the wind no matter which direction you were going. It was on a golf course and we ran the cart path and it was never straight and flat. I really don’t know what I was thinkng when I signed up for it. I saw the times online and just assumed everyone there was a slow fatass. I knew at mile 2 I was in trouble and the wind was already taking it out of me. I passed 2 people and could see someone about 200 yards ahead of me the whole time but could never catch them. I kept getting pissed that I was 35 seconds a mile off pace and by mile 6 I realized everyone else is probably thinking the same thing. I ended up walking for about 18 seconds the last mile and finished at 1:40 and 6th overall and 1st in age.
I kept wanting to quit and can honestly say I didn’t enjoy a single step of the race but I am glad I finished. It’s been a long week. I was activated to Nashville Tuesday and stayed until Friday helping with storm damage and drove straight there Friday night and finally got to my home today at 2 only to leave tomorrow again for another week. Starting to think mass quantaties of beer every night this week wasn’t optimal for my run.