More from the race.... So, I forgot to set my ipod's clock back a hour and so I spent the last three miles thinking I had taken even longer than I did and wondering how I had gotten
that slow. By that point I was walking and I knew that affected the time. All I was thinking was my poor dad was waiting for me (besides being my dad and supportive, we rode together so he kinda had to wait :) ). For the last few miles I was matched up with William, the gentleman, and character, who kept me distracted with his many stories from what must have been a colorful past. We had our very own police escort. William remarked that it made him feel like a Kennedy to have his own cop car. It was funny to be the one to hold up traffic and to have him block intersections for us... so to anyone out there affected sorry although really if you were in the area you should have planned an alternate route. I did when I lived downtown. And I still want my sticker. Maybe this weekend.