Conditions: Hot. Really hot.
Summary: I hated this race. Never again. They posted the gun time as chip time on official scores, so I actually should have started running when the gun went off instead of one last port-a-pottie visit. The water situation was horrific. They filled trashcans with water from a garden hose–then the volunteers dunked their hands in the trash can to fill the water glasses. The runners not only got tainted, dirty water, they also got PVC-flavored water. I saw Nish at mile 7 and asked him to find a spot along the course fast with some Gatorade. Nona & Grandpa were along the Boardwalk with Reilly somewhere around mile 15. That was the only good thing about this race.