Maybe it wasn't epically bad. But badly cramped legs and some serious blisters on the bottom of my right foot took me out of the race at the Happy Days aid station 20 hrs and 30 minutes in. I was still 30 minutes ahead of the cutoff, but it had just taken me 2hrs and 40min to cover the previous 5.6 miles, and to try and race the next cutoff just would have been masochistic.
I'm currently in my hotel room with my legs up while my ace crew member (my sister) helps us get ready to head down to the finish line to see the volunteer podiatrists.
I'm very proud of my effort. Really, I don't think I could feel better about a DNF. I learned an awful lot. I met some awesome people. I was the beneficiary of some amazing volunteer efforts (with a great big A+ for my one and only sister). I got my first ever race blisters (in a BIG way). And I set a distance and "time on my feet" PR. Hopefully I'll be able to get up a modest race report this week.