Thirteen Point One
When you tell people you are going to run a half marathon, you get one of a handful of responses. "Are you nuts?" is by far the most common.
It all started four months ago, when Mister P traipsed into my office with a half marathon training plan. He didn't think it looked too bad. I said "Are you nuts?"
But then I started thinking about it. Hmm. Always dangerous.
And then all of a sudden I was the one trying to talk him into it. I succeeded and we both started stretching our long runs to prep for today's race.
Everything was looking good until two weeks ago. Mister P strained his Achilles tendon. And so I was left to run without him today.
Katy and the kids were at the finish line to cheer me in - these pictures will give you an idea what I look like when I'm about to fall over from physical exhaustion:
Since we live in a results-oriented society, I will share today's time: 1 hour, 53 minutes, 30 seconds.
Comments
I am totally impressed. Way to go Brad!
Posted by: Kelli | November 8, 2004 8:48 PM
Are you nuts?
No... seriously... I'm impressed. I know nothing about how your time matches up with others, but to me just the fact that you did it and finished it deserves some admiration.
Good job!
Posted by: Joel | November 9, 2004 9:05 AM
My, you are quite a handsome man!
Posted by: ladyontheelevator | November 9, 2004 2:13 PM
Run Forrest, Run!
Posted by: Jenny | November 10, 2004 1:50 PM
Right on!
Posted by: meg | November 10, 2004 7:53 PM