The during part was good. The after part was not so good. I’ll have a race review coming up with all the gory details, but let’s just say my walk from Mandalay Bay to New York, New York was like a death march in which I limped (slowly) and tried not to throw up. No fewer than 3 people told me I looked like shit in their own loving way.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of happier times before the race.