Duner again

So you may be checking to find out which mile at completely bonked at...I applaud your interest. At mile 6 I decided to do the entire marathon, I was feeling really good all my joints and muscles felt great...I was pretty excited. So I passed the half marathon turn off without a doubt that the full marathon was for me...don't get me wrong it was the right choice. I would have felt cheated if I only did the half. I HAD to do the full. I felt great until mile 13...uhhh...yeah I still had 13 more miles to run. Every mile was torture and I don't think it was my lack of training or my injuries that made this race hard...the hills made this bad boy a beast of a thing. They kept taking us to parks with hills...we were going out of our way to run hills. It was a cruel and mean race. I don't think I have ever inflicted that much pain on myself since my teenage years and that was just emotional pain. This was some serious physical pain. My quads were tore up...I was tore up...my mind was fried, and then I finally crossed the finish line to my relief...my time was 4:25:25...So I give a shout out to my Mom who knew I would be too proud to quit.