Which is especially annoying, because I expected to sleep soundly, after a long treadmill run.
I did it, no bathroom breaks, no stopping, with inclines and hills mixed in. I started to watch Mildred Pierce, but I turned it off after I realized I taped it after it had started. I can't watch a movie after missing the beginning. Luckily I caught When Harry Met Sally right at the start, (I would have made an exception in this case if I tuned in at the middle) then I filled the last miles with MTV and VH1.
My knee (aka, Pez) felt great the entire time. I wore compression socks, along with compression shorts, and although my feet hurt the last couple of miles, Pez hung in. By mile 17 my stomach was bugging me a bit, I think it was from the GU, nuun, and water. I need to play around with my fuel a bit, I might throw some goldfish crackers into the mix, to settle all that, well, goo in my stomach.
When I finally got out of bed this morning, Pez was stiff and sore, but I get to see Michelle (aka my favorite physical therapist in the world) tomorrow, so I hope she won't be too pissed about what I might have done to my healing.
Five weeks until race day.........