Frosty morning. We started in the pitch black. There was just enough moonlight to be able to avoid potholes. The sky lightened and the sun began to rise somewhere around mile 2. The light was filtered by the turning trees, and dappled the frosted pastures with silver and gold. At water stops, steam rose off our bodies. It was tranquil, and passed by far too quickly.
Yes, my foot still hurts. But I was able to keep an 11:30ish pace without pushing too hard.
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