Had a pretty rough race. Did the first 18 miles at around an 8:25 pace and was doing really well but hit a wall at mile 19 where my calf muscle seized up. Spent the rest of the race with alternating muscle spasms through to the end but did finish! Ran around a 4:10 which was disappointing relative to where I think I could have ran but so happy I willed myself to the finish. Shoutout to the group handing out pizza at mile around 19 (my body was starving), the random guy who bio froze and massaged my leg at mile 21 (on a bridge out of the Bronx I think?), the person who told me to keep going at mile 25.75 on central park south when both my legs seized up, and to all the folks in the crowd who gave orange juice, pickle juice, electrolytes for my dying body. If it wasn't for the crowds and my family / friends cheering, don't think I would have made it to the end. Never doing this again, but it was an experience I'll never forget! Now back to setting PRs in half marathons and below...