Boston didn’t go according to plan. The splits look awful. I had keep yelling and crying at myself to empty the clip in the last .4 miles. Good news is I feel more content and happy than I thought I would falling so far short of the goal. Thank you to @adidasrunning for the bib, @arunninglifetc for the selfless and incomparable help with hill training, everybody for listening to my nervous yapping about race strategy (which totally fell apart), and the guy I met on the bus for holding up my jacket for cover so I could half stand up in my seat and piss into a Gatorade bottle while the Egyptian driver took us furiously toward the starting line. Anyone got a bib for London?