I did not like it. It was mean! I thought my days of being puce faced and nauseous were over! Alas this run disabused those delusions. I don’t think I can possibly slow down any further, I could actually be mistaken for a piece of luggage circling an airport conveyor belt collection thing.
Positive note: (because you should always end on a happy thought) I did not suffer the stitch Michael kept threatening me with and I completed it.