As I ran, I thought about so many things. About how my boat is from New York. About the Pennsylvania Dutch. About the old brownstones, the clapboard Victorians, clock towers, the Hudson River. About the fall colours in the cloudless, gusty sunshine. I ran the whole thing on feeling: checking in with myself as I went, mind vs body. I ran so strongly and effortlessly that the hills just rolled along under my feet. An Empirical State.
shewasavisitor 
you could not have planned to finish one second before 4 hours; sounds like it was a dreamy run with good memories
I sounds like you were in the “zone” during your run. Great share