This is what I look like moments after returning from a 22 mile run:
The look of rage was not to be helped.
22 miles in 3:01:08. I felt good throughout, though I was horribly bored. I was also frustrated every time I ran around the Cooper River where the annual breast cancer walk was going on. God bless them, the thousands out there were all there for a great cause, but trying to run around them was a pain.
I feel like I've lost the intensity and the heart I had before I hurt my leg. I just ran 22 miles today and don't feel any better prepared for a BQ. The Philadelphia Marathon is three weeks away from today, and I will still do my best to give it hell on race day.