Yes, I wanted to kick his butt, however, Matt had a great run. It was his first ultra in a year and a half, and so I am super, duper, pooper, stoked for him to have run well.
23 minutes is a lot to give up in a 50 km. No excuses. Matt won. I lost. I have a bit of a hole to dig out of on May 29th.
I'm sporting the loser's vest at the post-race party (yes, that's a nuuntini in the cup!).
Congratulations, buddy. Enjoy your few months of glory.