Blow out within 10 steps, wtf. And also-Note to self: you can't carry your chip across the mat, they don't read unless you wear them near your ankle. Sigh. Humidity was like a blanket. Screw this race. Oh, and: My garmin is dead. Won't charge, won't turn on. Screw you, Garmin.
But thank you to all the hundreds of runners who saw my abandoned Gatorade on the bib table where I carelessly left it this morning and passed it by so that I could come back and retrieve it. You are all very cool.