I feel as if I might be close to death, or certainly rigor mortis, born of my efforts in yesterday's Fauquier Half-Marathon. Thirteen miles, by far the farthest I've run in my entire life. We had to walk some, mostly due to a hill that now has my eternal enmity.

2:27:50, for an 11:17 pace, by my watch. Pictures and official times are still forthcoming.

The guys at OTR Sports put on an excellent race through the Fall-draped countryside of Fauquier county. Cows, horses, mountain views, all a plus. Good job, guys, and thanks to all of the volunteers manning the water stations.

This is the peak of my running season and it will end on a short cross-country race on 11/19. After that, short and cold days will force me (heh, as if I'm not ready) into winter hibernation. Those bears are pretty smart.