then in again. if i wanted to be done at mile 9, i really wanted to be done at mile 12. or whatever the hell it was at this point. and in case you forgot- it was still pouring rain. maybe even cats and dogs.
but finally i could hear, smell and see - no not really, you had to make a sharp right and run up a hill to see the finish line. finally, the finish line was in sight and i just hauled myself over it. so, so, so happy to be done. it was my worst time. ever. but i reminded myself it's not about the time, it's 