Did You Finish? A Post-Boston Marathon Sermon

This sermon is based on John 10:11-18

img_0093“Did you finish?”

The most common question asked after my completing the Boston Marathon.

“Did you finish?”

Not, “how fast did you go?”
Not, “did you have fun?”
Not, “what was your place?”
But, “did you finish?”

Why this question? I’ve now run eight marathons and I don’t remember being asked this question. Well, except for after that very first marathon.

So why the question now? I suspect it’s because this was the worst weather ever for the Boston Marathon.

  • 25-30 mph head winds with larger gusts
  • Rain. Sideways sometimes (that wind!). Ever hear of car wash effect in a forecast? Me neither until last weekend. It was always heavy, with the occasional feeling of a bucket of water being thrown on you. At one point I got enough water in my mouth I could swallow it. And, sometimes it hit my face like ice.
  • That’s because it was also cold. 30° at the start. 38° at the finish. Pretty much felt like the 20s but with rain instead of snow. Snow would have been better.
  • Over 2000 people treated for hypothermia – during and after the race. At least 80 hospitalized.

Did you finish? Not everyone did! And (almost) nobody finished as quickly as planned or desired.

Did you finish? Some couldn’t. Some could but quit anyway.

I was tempted to quit. Like the hired hand in today’s text I was tempted to flee into safer places. Dry places. Warm places. The temptation was great because it was so hard.

I’ve always thought of the marathon as an example of the very real challenges we face in life. The 2018 Boston Marathon was an extreme example of this. Extreme because it was a bit crazy to even start running in conditions such as these. A coach who’s podcast I follow said, “no one in their right mind would set out to run 26 miles in those conditions except that it was the Boston Marathon” (On Coaching Podcast).

We all face times when we want to give up, to quit. Sometimes we should…if continuing means literally risking our lives…or our continued well-being. For those suffering extreme hyperthermia this was the case. But in the majority of times, when we face the extreme desire to give up, we can or should push through…we can or should dig deep for the perseverance and resiliency that takes us to the goal. Sometimes we give up when the goal is so close…but seems so far away. I saw it in Boston when so many were stopped in that last mile. I wanted to round them up and say, “keep going, you’re almost there.” How often do we give up when we’re almost there. I think I gave up in this way when I gave up on our Spanish language service a couple years ago.

Can you think of a time you wanted to give up? Did you? Or did you push through? What happened? Would you do anything different if you could do it again? Have you ever felt like the hired hand? Giving up when going forward was too scary, too tough?

Or maybe right now you feel like giving up on something. You don’t see an easy way forward. Heck, you might not see any way forward. So, the idea of quitting sounds appealing. It’s usually a struggle to even decide to quit because alongside any desire to give up is the feeling of loss. The feeling that it’s not the best choice. Maybe even the feeling that in giving up we’ve sacrificed a bit of ourselves.

Here’s some good news from Jesus, the Good Shepherd. Jesus never gives up. Jesus never abandons us. He always goes where we go…even if where we go is not the best idea…even if where we go is to flee the task that is ahead of us. The Good Shepherd loves us, cares for us, and comforts us. Always. Even when we don’t recognize or feel it.

The Good Shepherd also invites us to love, care for, and comfort others (and ourselves). The Good Shepherd calls us to be active in the world…to help others through their own challenges.

Going back to my story of Boston. I experienced this love, care, and comfort from the thousands of volunteers that lined the course. They too were standing in the wind, rain, and cold. One man was so cold, as he handed me a cup of Gatorade, that his hands were shaking. He could have fled to warmth…like a hired hand abandoning his sheep, but he too braved the elements to help thousands of strangers.

I experienced this love, care, and comfort from the thousands of spectators that lined the course. From the cheering and the encouraging to the offers of food. After the race I read a story of another runner who was so cold that at the halfway point he approached a group of spectators. He asked if anyone had a blanket. Nobody did. But a woman took off her LL Bean jacket, gave it to him, and said, “now you can finish.” He did.

I read about this love, care, and comfort in the story of a church that decided to open their sanctuary to the very cold runners who were suffering from the extreme conditions. The pastor called upon members. They lit a fire, gathered blankets and food and opened their doors. The news photos showed lots of dejected runners sitting in the pews. Getting warm. Leaving water everywhere.

I experienced this love, care, and comfort after the race when the managers of an office building opened its lobby to the soaking wet runners, their families, and their friends. I remember seeing a man fruitlessly trying to mop up all the water! We were probably in their building for only 15 minutes, but it was long enough to dry off, change my shirt, put on a dry jacket and get ready to go back into the rain to make my way to my hotel. This probably saved lots of race finishers from hypothermia.

And sometimes it is in giving care to others in the midst of difficulty we find the ability to continue. Desi Linden won the women’s race. I’m so happy for her and I had been rooting for her. I’m a fan. When she started she didn’t feel like she was going to finish. She told fellow American runner Shalane Flanagan that she would most likely drop out, but first she offered her help. To run as a team. So help protect Shalane from the wind and rain by running in front. She later helped other American runner Molly Huddle.

Something happened when she quit focusing on how she felt to help the other runners. She started feeling better and stronger and eventually found herself to be in a great position. So she didn’t drop out. She pushed and won by 4 minutes. What a great example in finding strength in a touch situation by helping others.

It was all hard. It was all wonderful. Just like ministry is hard and wonderful. I would do it again.

My First Boston Marathon – The Race

Living my entire life in Southern California, it is entirely reasonable to hold out hope for a change in the weather, one in which the predicted storm was pushed away by the high pressure system that sets itself up off the coast. It is common for the predicted storms to move north and miss us. So I held on to a tiny bit of hope that the weather wouldn’t be as bad as promised. But Boston is not SoCal and the storm did not get pushed away.

After relaxing down in the lobby/breakfast area of the hotel (Boston Marathon Day – A few morning thoughts ), I dressed with all my new gear (My First Boston Marathon – It was all about the gear – Pre-Race Recap). Scott came with me to Boston Common which was the bus stop. We chatted with a guy from New York while on the T (subway). He was running in honor of his mother who died exactly one year ago. He took a photo for me, and then Scott returned to the hotel. Thankfully the bus area was well organized and we boarded quickly.

I couldn’t see much on the drive because of the water on the windows outside, and the fog inside. I ate my SuperHero Muffin and watched Twitter feeds for the professional women’s news since their race had already started. Go Desi!

Once we arrived, we got off into torrential rain. Walking in to the waiting area I saw the perimeter of porta-potties and headed that way. OMG! I should not have done that…mud and water greeted me and everyone else. I was so so so thankful that I was wearing my give-away shoes. So many runners near me were sporting horribly wet and muddy shoes. A race photographer took my photo…You can see that the pink and cheap rain poncho was too light for the wind. I ditched it way sooner than I thought I would.

Getting off the wet, soggy, muddy field required a very short climb. I tried to step on what was left of the grass but still slipped towards the top. Someone offered to help me up but once I got me feet on something semi-solid I was ok…just had some very muddy hands. I joined the slow moving group of people who were making their way to the start. Looking at my watch we were less that 15 minutes from what was supposed to be our start time…where did all the time go? I learned that we would be walking about half a mile. At one point I asked a police officer if there would be anymore mud. He smiled at me and said, “no, and good luck today.”

With no more mud on the horizon, I looked for a place to change my shoes. There was a slight sloping paved area, where obviously many runners had already changed their shoes. I sat down. Took off my now muddy sweats and shoes…pulled a hand towel out of my bag and dried my feet. A man sat next to me and commented on how smart it was for me to bring a towel. He then asked if he could use it when I was done. I was happy to share it!

With dry feet and clean shoes I rejoined the line of people heading to the start. There would be no warmup… Just before entering the starting shoot we had to wade through ankle deep running water. So much for my clean dry feet…at least they weren’t muddy. But for the others, they probably benefited from the running water washing the mud off their feet.

I was supposed to be in Corral 1 of Wave 4. What really happened is that they told us to just start running when we get to the line. Organized chaos. I officially started at 11:19am, only 4 minutes behind schedule.

The early miles
I remembered Josh’s advice to start slow, which was easy to do. I was already so cold. My greatest concern was my fingers. They felt like ice. I put hand warmers in my gloves and wrapped my fingers around them. Eventually my fingers warmed up. Unfortunately my butt and thighs were cold and thus already achy.

At 5 miles they were playing Sweet Caroline…I managed a fist pump to go with the words, “so good, so good!” It was miserably cold and wet. I took my gloves off and shoved them in some pockets on my leggings.

At 8 miles I was amazed that I’d only gone 8 miles…I felt like I’d already been out there forever!

At 10 miles they were playing Dirty Water.

At 11 miles I was so thankful for all the people who were out in this rain to cheer us on.

The Middle Miles
At 12 miles I walked through the aid station and decided to pause for a photo, thinking any good time is out the window so I might as well take pictures. But I later talked myself out of that attitude.

At 13 miles I thought, “maybe I should go to the bathroom.” At 14 miles I stopped at some porta-potties. Because of all the rain and mud they were the most disgusting things I’d ever seen. I decided that I didn’t have to go that bad. And thinking of the teasing once from a friend while swimming in the harbor…I thought if I have to pee bad enough I’ll just go in my pants and it will warm me up (love you Mary Jones!). HaHa…I never had to go.

But a volunteer saw me and asked me if I was ok. “Yes” I replied and continued.

At 14 miles the cheering at Wellesley was cool even if there weren’t as many people. Were people stopping to kiss? I don’t know because I had to keep looking forward.

I don’t remember when but I eventually put my gloves back on, learning that wet gloves were way warmer than no gloves. All of me was soaked and cold…except my head. I marveled at how nice and snugly warm my head was. The combo of beany , Buff, and Patagonia jacket was working.

The rest of the jacket was so wet that I contemplated taking it off and giving it to my husband when I saw him. But then I decided that with my head being the only part of me that wasn’t freezing, I shouldn’t mess with things. Plus, the jacket probably providing some protection, just as my wet gloves had been.

At mile 18 I thought that I should tell Josh that I won’t need as much recovery time from this race because I was actually going slower than my normal easy pace. I also remembered my two bouts of Swimming Induced Pulmonary Edema and wondered if I would get it running while so cold. The things that go through my mind!

I remembered my friend Shandra and a cold rainy ultra that she did last year…and that helped me to keep going.

Also by this time it was clear that my watch wasn’t even close to accurate…so I was going even slower than my splits! But I was only focusing on finishing and getting out of the cold.

The Newton Hills (including Heartbreak Hill) didn’t seem that hard…of course I was barely moving anyway. I was only happy to hit Heartbreak Hill because it meant I’d be done soon…an hour? Or more?

Sometimes the rain would be so hard that if felt as if someone was throwing buckets of water on us. Sometimes a gust of wind would push me back. Sometimes it felt like the rain had turned to ice.

I was incredibly thankful for the volunteers on the course. They were wet and cold too! One man’s hand shook as he handed me Gatorade. Most of them shouted encouragement to us as we passed. The last time I took water it was too cold. This was probably mile 22, so I figured I was ok with hydration.

Every time I felt the wind I reminded myself to stand up straight. Near the Citgo sign at mile 25 I got the combination of rain and water with such force that my mouth filled with water…ok that was my final water stop.

During the last mile I saw so many people that were stopping and stretched. I wanted to tell them to just keep going because they were almost there! Also, the closer we got, the more treacherous the course. People who ran with plastic bags, ponchos, etc were dropping them before turning on to Boylston. The worse was on Hereford. I had to weave my way through the mass of plastic so that I wouldn’t slip or trip. A request for all those faster runners…please drop your stuff to the side next time!

When I got on to Boylston I did my only stride of the day, happily making my way to the finish! My watch thought I’d gone 27.65 miles and I’ve since figured out and fixed the issue (I hope).

The finish area was very well organized. Water, photo, Cliff protein bar with a pleasant “want me to open that for you?” Then a banana, a bag of other food and a heat blanket.

Somewhere in this finish area I heard Megan yelling from the side. Boy was it nice to see her! She gave me the great news that Desi won. I somehow lost track of her and while I was just standing there a volunteer came to make sure I was ok. Unfortunately Megan was on the opposite side of the street from the family meeting area. Once I got there, nobody from my family was there yet. I momentarily wanted to cry.

The managers of this building let us have refuge from the rain. Thank you!

I got out my phone to call and tell them I was walking to the hotel, but it started ringing and it was Matt. We figured out that they were close by. Scott then called to confirm my location. I found them and we found refuge from the rain in the lobby of an office building. The managers of that building were wonderful to let us in. A janitor was trying to mop up all the water that all the wet runners and spectators were bringing in. I changed my shirt, wrapped a towel around my waste, put on a dry sweater and a jacket and we headed to the subway.

My first Boston Marathon. I plan to be back in 2020.

My First Boston Marathon – It was all about the gear – Pre-Race Recap

The March 18 forecast ended up being pretty close.
April 3rd forecast looked promising
April 10…close but it was colder and windier on race day.

Before the race
Like many runners I obsessively watched the weather reports in the days (even weeks) leading up to the race. For a few glorious days the forecast was for mid 50s and partly cloudy. This would have been wonderful. Would have been! Ha!

A week before the big day everything changed. Rain…cold…wind. I realized I didn’t have the right clothing for such a race. In reading various running web pages, and asking my coach, I discovered that I would need tight fitting clothing. This so that the fabric doesn’t become rain soaked and heavier.

I had leggings but no tight long sleeved shirt. I also couldn’t find one on the Wednesday before we left. Josh (my coach) suggested I try a rash guard. At REI I found a tight fitting, long sleeved, rowing/paddling shirt. And… it was only $40. Although I balked at spending $99 for a Patagonia rain/wind jacket.

We arrived in Boston on Thursday (my birthday). Friday and Saturday were chilly but beautiful. I bought gloves (lightweight) at the expo and a buff at a running store. The buff was for warm weather but I figured it was better than nothing. I planned to wear it with a hat.

As I obsessively watched the weather, it just seemed to be the worse case. Rain, with one forecaster saying “car wash levels.” A headwind of 25-35 mph with occasional gusts up to 50mph. HEADWIND!

Some good pre-race advice from my coach!

I sent my coach a message, “should I wear two pairs of leggings for the cold?” I think he looked at the forecast for race day after my message and then posted a message on our club page with advice for all of us who were running. The take away for me? Keep my feet dry as long as possible. Try as hard as I can to keep my hands and head warm.

Saturday night I figured I wasn’t prepared…should have bought that Patagonia jacket! Scott (my husband) checked for me and found that the Boston REI was walking distance from our hotel. Yeah! We decided to get there when they opened on Sunday, thinking that we wouldn’t be the only ones in search of foul weather wear.

Everything I would be wearing or carrying the next morning. Except the hats (one to wear and one to change when I saw my family. I decided that with the wind, my hat would probably just blow away.

Arriving just after opening, the store was busy. I found the $99 Patagonia jacket. Yeah! We then joined other runners and spectators rummaging through the sale bins for other supplies. I found a beanie and Matt (my son) found a buff that was for cold weather. I had just about all that I could get!

One more thing…Scott went to Target and bought me a $14 pair of Converse knock-offs. Now to excitedly-nervously await race time. I no longer had a time goal but rather my goals were to finish and not to slouch or bend my upper body into the wind and rain.

Boston Marathon Day – A few morning thoughts

I’m in my pjs…lots of people dressed and ready to go.

Race day is here. This is so exciting (& a bit scary). In 2014 I ran my first marathon in almost six hours! A year later we went to Boston on vacation and were here a week before that year’s marathon. Boston Marathon was the theme of town that pre-race week. I dreamed of someday running it. Of course I’d need to run a much faster marathon.

In looking at the calendar, I discovered that the 2018 race was 2 weeks past Easter and I would turn 55 four days before the race…new age group! But I would still need to take close to 2 hours off my time!

I began working with a coach…who was initially skeptical but upon realizing I was serious helped me gradually and safely get to my goal.

Now it’s race morning. I’m sitting in the hotel breakfast area, chilling. In a few minutes I’ll go upstairs, cover my body with Sports Shield (the best stuff!) and head to the bus.

I have the honor of joining 30,000 other runners out in the cold and wind and rain. Let’s do this!

About that Rehearsal – Preparing for the Boston Marathon

A few weeks ago I wrote about the importance of rehearsal as part of race training. You can read that post here: Rehearsal – Boston Marathon Training, Week 11

This shirt and shorts are so comfortable…maybe my next race.

I adamantly advised against wearing anything new on race day. I still believe this…but then sometimes life throws us a few curves. I had everything ready for race day: shorts, tank, shoes, socks. I was only waffling on “should I or should I not carry my phone.” The only argument for it was for entertainment and photos in the time before the race.

But now the weather forecast is forcing me to re-evaluate. Unless things change dramatically (which is always a remote possibility) it will be raining for all of race day. Thankfully my buildup included a few rainy runs (not always guaranteed here in dry SoCal). Still, as race day gets closer, I’m reminded that I don’t really have a great deal of running in the rain experience. I’ve never run a race, much less a marathon in the rain.

My new shirt. I may wear my tank under this…just in case I get hot.

So I do what I always do…start reading and start asking for advice. I read that tight clothing is a must. Then my coach told me the same thing! So out with the shorts which might ride up when wet. I’ll be wearing leggings. Unfortunately I don’t actually own a tight long sleeved shirt. Today I set out to buy something. First stop our club running store…I didn’t think the suggested compression shirt was there but I did run into my coach who told me that I could also try a rash guard.

My next stop was Dick’s Sporting Goods. Unfortunately nothing there. Then I hit the local REI. No compression shirts but they did have some paddling shirts. I bought one (less expensive than “running” shirts).

I’m not sure if this will work on my shoes but it will work on everyone else rain jackets.

I plan to use lots of SportsShield. I also bought some spray on water repellant. Will it work? Who knows!

At Target I bought a cheap ($1.99) emergency rain poncho. I will also bring a trash bag.

I read additional advice to not put on my shoes until I go to the starting line. I’m not sure if that’s possible but I’m considering it.

Last, my family members just might be carrying a dry shirt, a dry hat, and a small towel for a quick freshen up in the later miles. This is also still under consideration.

While I think about all this, I am also grateful that the weather forecast is not for HOT temperatures. I’d much rather deal with rain than heat. Five days until Boston!

What advice do you have for a rainy race?

Taper Time – Boston Marathon Training Week 16

Here is an example of multi-year progress. I joined a training program for my 2nd marathon. Although it was my 2nd, I can say that I was still very much a beginner. I remember reading the training plan and wondering how I was possibly going to run those 38-42 mile weeks. It seemed insurmountable, until I actually did it.

I thought about this because my taper week mileage was just under 36 running miles (it was supposed to be just under 38 but I had to cut Monday short). Amazingly, this felt like almost nothing. Of course that’s the taper…but I’m always amazed at the progress.

We fly to Boston on Thursday. Hit the race expo on Friday. Go to a Red Sox game on Saturday (Scott, Matt, & Megan will run a 5k too). Do some car site seeing on Sunday (not a lot of walking for me!). And then the race on Monday. Between today and Saturday I’ll run 25 miles for Taper Week 2. It’s hard to believe that race week is here!

Here’s last week’s training:

A Hard Week & Running Buddies – Boston Marathon Training Week 15

The planned route for last Saturday’s long run. It didn’t go so well.

A mixed week… with awesome training partners!!!! And not so awesome running.  In retrospect I should have known better. Peak week of training set to happen Holy Week. Yeah, that was a pretty bad idea. I can’t blame my coach for this, since he doesn’t know the life of a pastor during Holy Week. I naively thought that I’d be fine combining a busy work week with lots of miles (for me at least). So what happened? It started out well enough.

Actually it started great. Monday I treated myself to a massage. I felt great! Monday and Tuesday were easy run days. Great!

Unexpectedly (but important), I started Wednesday morning with an early morning drive to Los Angeles…the Federal Building, and office of Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE). I was there in support of our Oxnard pastors who are being deported (We Shall…). This wasn’t planned but it was certainly important! Hopefully we’ll receive some good news on this one soon!

Workout buddy #1. And then we had Wednesday night track. My assignment was 8×800 (two 800s short of a true Yasso 800 workout). Everyone else was doing a different workout this night. I asked my coach, “still the 800s?” He said, “yes.” So I immediately recruited my friend Maria who runs a bit faster than me to help with pacing. She pulled me through a great workout…the first split was a head pounding 3:47 (probably my fastest 800). Then we slowed down a bit and averaged 3:54 for the remaining 7. This was a great workout and I wouldn’t have been able to do it without her pacing…and the encouragement of others telling me to keep up!

The back side of a communion altar I made for our fellowship hall.

This is a rest day as far as running is concerned. The day was filled with preparations for our Last Supper Meal…or what I’d like to do in the future – Dinner Church.

Friday – workout buddy #2
Only five miles today and I ran it at 5am with my friend Brenda. Great conversation in a fog filled morning. I did scare her when I checked my watch…created a shadow with my arm and headlamp…made her scream…then I screamed…she thought the shadow was a big dog.

The day ended with Good Friday worship. I had a headache and went to bed early so I’d be rested for the next day.

Smiling…but I know my eyes enough to see that I looked very tired. I don’t take too many photos while running. This day I told Issa that we might as well do a selfie with the beautiful scenery since we were already going so slow.

Saturday – workout buddy #3
Long rung day. But I had to go the the church’s Easter Egg Hunt first. I greet everyone and read a story (The Tale of the Three Trees). This meant that our long run didn’t start until around 11:00am. I was ok with this because I don’t actually start running the Boston Marathon until 11:15am.

Everything started well enough…except that it was the warmest day in weeks. I started getting tired at mile 9 – way too early! The wheels came off pretty quickly after that. At mile 11ish we stopped at a restroom and doused ourselves with water. That helped for a bit, just a bit. I was able to run to a scheduled walk break at mile 12. But after that I had trouble running more that a couple minutes at a time.

I was exhausted! It wasn’t my legs, but rather just a sense of great fatigue. I’m surprised I was able to make it to almost 20 (19.24). I would say this was my worse run ever. But it wasn’t because I wasn’t running alone. My friend Issa was running with me…walking with me…offering to go and get her car for me…running some more…walking some more…and always encouraging.

I wish this long run had been successful. Then I remembered… getting to Boston wasn’t easy… training for endurance isn’t easy… but it’s all worth it. And regardless of how I feel about Saturday’s run…it was just a run and I GET TO GO AND RUN THE BOSTON MARATHON IN TWO WEEKS.

Today I am thankful for Maria, Brenda, and Issa. You all helped me get through a very hard week!

I checked and March was my highest volume month ever. My previous high was 177. I’d like to get over 200 some day.

Here’s my training log:

Nancy Switzler Workouts: 3/25/2018 – 3/31/2018

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Strength Training
4:04 PMWalk Completed: 4.38 mi ~ 1:40:33 (22:56 min/mi)
Monday, March 26, 2018
11:38 AM5 Miles Easy
Planned: 5 mi
Completed: 5.01 mi ~ 51:31 (10:17 min/mi)
Workout Comments: Heart rate reading was crazy at the beginning…once again not matching perceived effort. Then it suddenly went to what I’d consider normal.
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
7:03 AM5 Miles Easy
Planned: 5 mi
Completed: 5 mi ~ 48:54 (9:46 min/mi)
Workout Comments: Except for almost getting run over by an idiot who didn’t even look to her right when turning, this was a very nice run.
Wednesday, March 28, 2018
5:57 PMRun – Track Workout
With TRIBE: Yasso 800’s: 8 x 800
Planned: 7.3 mi
2 Miles Warm-up (Easy)
6 Strides
8 x 800 Meters @ Goal Marathon Time w / equivalent rest (ie if Goal Marathon time is 4:30 you would reach each 800 (1/2 mile) at 4:30 with 4:30 recovery.)
1 Mile Cooldown (Easy)
Completed: 2.06 mi ~ 21:11 (10:15 min/mi)
6:39 PMRun
Completed: 0.83 mi ~ 6:55 (8:22 min/mi)
6:49 PMGood


Completed: 5.97 mi ~ 1:09:17 (11:36 min/mi)
Workout Comments:
3/29/2018 8:23 AM

Nancy Switzler
We ran the first 800 too fast…probably my fastest ever. Then settled in for nice hard effort for the rest.

Thursday, March 29, 2018
7:11 AMStrength Training
Completed: 42:04
Workout Comments:
3/29/2018 8:20 AM

Nancy Switzler
Dicharry single-leg focus

Friday, March 30, 2018
5:08 AM 5 Miles Easy
Planned: 5 mi
Completed: 5 mi ~ 54:59 (10:59 min/mi)
Saturday, March 31, 2018
10:59 AMTerrible

Run – Long Run

20 Mile Long Run
Planned: 20 mi
Nice and Easy.
Completed: 19.24 mi ~ 4:02:55 (12:37 min/mi)
Workout Comments:
3/31/2018 3:57 PM

Nancy Switzler
I have one unprintable word to describe today’s run!
So discouraging

Completed Strength Training: 42:04
Completed Walk: 4.38 mi ~ 1:40:33
Planned Run: 42.30 mi // Completed Run: 43.12 mi ~ 8:15:44