Once again I closed out the year with a marathon. The plan had been that Calvin would join me, but he will be saving his energy for the Tokyo Marathon in February. My hope was to have a faster time than last year. I was on pace for about twenty miles when the Manchester hill running hit me hard. I trudged in the last six miles, vowing to never do it again. (That's what I said last year too!) Don reigned me in the last mile and a half. I ended up six minutes slower than last year. It was still a respectable time for my age group. My finish was welcomed by family and friends. Unfortunately, they had to witness my stomach's refusal to digest a banana.
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