1. You run a half marathon and men and women old enough to be your grandparents pass you.
2. And beat you by a lot.
3. When said half marathon is co-sponsored by not one, but two local breweries. One of which has brewed a beer specifically in honor of said race. ("Down and Dirty IPA" made for Bend's Dirty Half)
4. When even the slowest runners are still extremely fit and fleet.
I ran half marathon number 5 this morning, and finished within a respectable 2 hrs and 16 minutes — respectable because not only did I eat it really hard in mile 10 tripping over a rock (and maybe my own feet too), but it was also mostly a trail run which are always going to run a little slower (at least for me).
I'm happy with my time.
And I beat my boss, who's been talking an awful lot of smack about beating me the last couple of days for someone who hadn't trained and was gimpy to boot.
That's something at least. Off to recover!
Ciao,
kc
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