Run

115 miles of suck.  Where you only go on because the guy next to you goes on.

We all were in agreement that the race was secondary to the fellowship shared.  I also want to leave you with a short prayer.Our Pacer who art in rhythm,Hallowed be thy stride.Thy marathon come,Thy will be done,On trails as it is on the track.Give us this day our daily miles,And forgive us our missed strength training, As we forgive those who jog beside us.Lead us not into temptation of Strava kudos,But help us run for our own fulfillment.For thine is the endurance, the speed, and the glory,Now and until the finish line.Run.