All righty. I'm at work and I'm idling so I figure I'll give a little breakdown on my marathon.
Got out to the line at about 20 minutes before the race was scheduled to start. Did some strides, and then got that feeling in my stomach that I ALWAYS get before a race, even if I thought everything was out of my system. Luckily got in and out of the port-a-pott with time to spare.
I was with my dad and he wanted me to get somewhat close to the front of the pack. Got in and got going about 1/4 from the front, which was good as I had plenty of targets to focus on and wasn't completely behind everyone.
My intent throughout training was to take the first half easy, and pick it up on the second half. This was partly due to the fact the Pig has a 300ft climb over miles 6-9. I didn't want to be sucking wind after that.
First mile was a 6:45, right where I wanted to be. I met a kid on the course who said he was doing the half and wanted to average 6:30s, so I decided to run with him for a bit. Felt super comfortable and my legs were waking up and feeling completely fresh. Showed in my second mile as I clocked in at 6:20.
Things settled down and I started hitting mid 6:30s throughout the climb. Right after the peak I met two guys who said that they were doing the whole marathon and were aiming for 6:30s. I was feeling good but still had 4 miles before I wanted to start pushing hard.
Right then, a young kid with a red hat on passes us moving at what looked to be 6:00 minute pace. One of the guys I was with mentioned that the kid was a local runner. I asked the guys if they wanted to go with him, they laughed, and said "No thanks".
As the guy in the red hat was putting more distance in between us and we hit the 11th mile marker I decided to leave my two new friends and make sure the guy in the hat didn't get out of my sight. Picked it up and the course started going downhill for a bit. I hit a mile (don't know which ATM, don't have my watch with me) at 5:36!! Strangely enough, I didn't gain much at all on the guy with the hat, but this probably was the fastest part of the course.
Kept with my plan with keeping the kid in my sights. He would pass people and eventually I would pass the same. Wasn't seeming like I was gaining on him, but I was feeling super strong. It always helps to be able to pass people, as it's a HUGE morale booster. Also, having fans on the side cheering and making noise was a great motivator.
At about the 18th mile, it was clear I was gaining on my target. I kept on chugging and eventually caught up with him and passed him. He looked like he hit his wall; he wasn't dying but his cadence was less consistent than it was when he passed me 9 miles earlier.
Got past him, and saw one more person in front of me, a kid with green shorts. He was quite a ways ahead, but I slowly snuck up on him and overtook him on the 23rd mile. After this though, the portion of the course was BARE and I had no one in front of me to shoot for. I hit a wall on miles 24 and 25; they were my slowest two miles besides my first mile, despite being a slight downhill. I actually started having thoughts to slow down and survival jog it, but thankfully those thoughts were fleeting
On the last mile I people started to line the course again. I asked a bystander "how far is the guy behind me?" he replied "about 100 yards"... I was feeling good and started to pick it up a little back to the pace I was doing before 24 and 25.
With about a quarter mile to go a spectator was like "there's a guy about 20 meters behind you and he's coming on strong!" I was like WTF?!
After about 10 seconds I hear the guy behind me and I started to dig deep for my kick. Right before I take off I turn to see how far behind he is. 5 meters max. I look at his number. Right as I comprehend the situationg he's like "I'm on a relay, dude!" and I just replied "Let's do it!!" and we took off for the last 200 meters or so

Amazing atmosphere with all the bystanders cheering for the finishers.
Cross the finish line with a huge runner's high and got a rubdown, talked with people (green shorts guy, really nice kid) and ate bananas and bagels. To be honest I'm still taking it all in.
However, my legs are trashed! So sore, but as Inflatable mentioned, totally worth it! I'll resume training, might do a half marathon this summer, but nothing longer than that until Boston I think. We'll see
And thank you all for the congrats!