Rocky Raccoon 50

HUNTSVILLE, Texas—I walked and jogged fifty miles Saturday morning, afternoon, and evening in 16:23:25 in the Rocky Raccoon 50/100. I was hindered on the last of three, 16.67-mile loops by a dim head lamp, calluses on my feet that were nearly on fire, and a butt thing that made me feel as though I had been cornholed by a small cactus. I'm home with the Vratils, and am toast. I expect to be toast for at least a couple of days. Erin, by the way, finished in roughly ten hours, thirty-five minutes. Chris gets full credit for worrying about me, and trying to figure out where the fuck I was. I averaged almost exactly 19:40 a mile.