brutal.short story- ran with 2 tri-friends, one of whom has been training pretty consistently for the race. Decided to shoot for 3:45 starting at 8:45s, moving to 8:35s after 8 and then to 8:25s at 18 after a "reality" check.my reality was that it was brutal. SOOOOO crowded, I spent literally the whole race jumping side to side to get by people- why the entire crowd seemed to be starting in the wrong pace group, I don't know, but it was ... brutal. I knew by the midpoint (1:55) that my legs were fried, but kept with my friends.;I wish I could say the crowds helped- but more than anything, they crowded the race course, which made it even harder to run freely. the absolute highlight was seeing my wife and awake baby at around mile 18- the kid was looking around like, wtf?, and then spotted me and let out a HUGE grin that got me crying me ### off... wasted electrolytes. I had been feeling pretty emotional the entire race, actually- lots of people running for cancer charities, which got me thinking a lot about my dad who passed away suddenly last christmas eve... cried a number of times early in the course. Jeebus- that race kicked my ### inside and out.I let my buddy take off and I gritted out the remaining 8ish miles slowing to a 9:30 for the last 4m. brutal. felt a hair away from cramping in multiple places from around m20 until the finish. kept trying to tell myself the pace was mind over matter at that point, would try and kick it up a bit, and then realize it was cramps over matter- with my mind nowhere in the equation. saw the wife and kid at mile 22ish, but it was a blur and I was already out of it and just surviving until the finish. brutal.Oh... unofficial time 3:53:15.I'll try and add more when I'm not feeling so brutalized.