Martha and George Washington, it was hot and humid at the Steamtown Marathon.
I thought surely a trip above the Mason-Dixon Line would mean cooler temperatures. Alas no. Well, at least Scranton wasnâ€™t Chicago. We had some cloud cover and thoroughly prepared race officials. We even had water. Actual water.
I ran a 3:25. My fastest time yet.
For those keeping score at home, this does not get me to Boston. I need a 3:15 for that. But given the conditions, Iâ€™ll take the PR and get back to training for my next assault on the windmill.
Youâ€™re going to want to hear about Steamtown, which I think I liked. It was an odd weekend, all told. I enjoyed myself, ran a quirky course, met new people, drove way too much, savaged my quads, sweat streaks of blue ink, and generally felt like I was still in the South.