The Frederick Marathon is at least a tie with the Worst Experience of My Entire Life. I remember sobbing hysterically somewhere around mile 22 or 23, where Doonan was cheering on the side of the road, and I begged her not to leave my side.

The strange thing is, as bad as it was, it never even once occurred to me to quit. And in retrospect, I am so glad that I did it.

Saturday will be a much, much better day for you. Just don't start out too fast.