I suppose I should make this entry.
I flew out to AZ on Thursday and stayed with my cousin until I rolled out of bed at 2:45 to get ready for a 3 a.m. pick up time. Then at 3, Burt texted me to tell me that whoopsie, he meant 3:30. But he came and got me first so that was good. After picking up the rest of our van mates, we got to the start. Burt, a true gentleman, warmed up the porta potty that I used. We watched an awesome video about safety, and then cut out before it was over because we needed to get a picture of Burt starting.
There were several dumb things that happened early on. The only one that I remember was what Burt already recounted, which was Mike telling us that we didn't have a slap bracelet, and us deciding to go back to get one. We left Burt, thinking he'd be okay on his own. He didn't know what happened. After we passed him we all realized that we should have looked at his wrist. Turns out he had one.
Then it was a bunch of sleeping and bonding until my first run. My watch, which I knew was on the fritz, decided that it didn't want to work, so I borrowed Mike's. My first run was hot and flat. I didn't check my overall pace when I was done, but I know that my first two miles were way too fast (a little over 8 min pace). I do remember one being 9:44, which included a minute of walking and drinking. After that run, I decided that I didn't really care about pace. Continued later.
Except this thing is demanding a time, and I don't have one, so I'm just guessing.
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