And it was a festive experience - here is group at starting line

Sunday's marathon experience largely reinforces my general dislike of the 42k distance. The toll on my body, the long recovery cycle and nature of training did not seem justified by the performance and the challenge/enjoyment level relative to other events. My added mileage volume, precise training taper, improved nutrition, and caffeine taper did not seem to have much impact. If any. Granted, the caffeine taper is good for its own sake. And I do certainly acknowledge the charm and mystique of trying to achieve the right pace to make it all the way through the marathon.
Immediately after the race, right at the moment I was feeling the very worst, I told teammate Don that yeah, I would still do marathons again in the future - I mean I really should do Boston Marathon at some point - (I have been talking about it for decades and I did meet the 3:05 qualifying time for Boston in 2015), and it would be fun to do a big Europe marathon like London or Berlin. But even then I and am inclined to revert back to run/walk style.