I registered for the marathon a while back, not realizing that injury would prevent me from training for a marathon. My intent was to drop off at the half mary finish, but they gave me a shirt before the race that said "Marathon" so I was inspired to earn it. Plus, I felt pretty darn good halfway through so I kept going. I picked up the pace at the halfway point and passed 7-8 runners, but my hamstrings completely gave out at about mile 19. I mean, like when you lift weights and you can't get the bar up for one more rep, that kind of giving out. So I walked uphill and ran down for the next five miles, making sure I kept my victims behind me, until mile 24, when my spirit followed my hamstrings into the abyss ans I mostly walked the next mile. At the 25 mile mark one of my victims passed me back, which was more than I could take, so I leaned forward, hoping my legs would keep up, and gutted it out to the finish, regaining and holding my position (which was otherwise meaningless since this victim was outside my age group and gender) Somehow, I was awarded the 2nd place plaque, leading me to believe that there were exactly two competitors in my age group.

Next time I might actually train for a marathon, or at least make a few longer runs. As it was, I exceeded my previous long run by exactly 16.9 miles. Also, lose some weight.

Limped to the tent to collect my award. Ate two bananas.


I'm fat and out of shape.