I didn't die

But I wanted to. Perhaps a day of site seeing Seattle the day before running 13.1 miles was not such a good idea. My feet were protesting when I woke up at 4am yesterday to get ready for the race. By mile 13 I was in agony. The moment I passed the 13 mile marker, what song should come on my iPod but Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit. So appropriate for a Seattle race, right? Then I was able to haul my ass across the finish line and beat my San Diego time by about 4 minutes.