The last third of last weekend's 1/2 Marathon kind of shambled across the finish line. Myself, of course, I tend to avoid public displays of my physical limitations. Intentional ones, that is. If forced to, I suppose I would have started out at a shamble, thus pacing myself. With good long stops at the liquid replenishment stations. I would, of course, have a book with me to read during those downtimes.