Sorry it's taken me a few days to let you know, but my DSL connection is still on the fritz despite a dozen calls to customer service and a visit from tech support. Of course, the line worked perfectly the whole time the guy was here. At least he was nice about it. "Murphy's Law," he chuckled, and didn't charge me anything.
Anyway, the marathon: It was pretty chilly outside and the hills were brutal (five of them instead the two I expected, so unfair), but I didn't stop at all and finished just under my target time, so I feel great about the whole thing.
Miles 7 to 9 were the hardest for me, but once I got past 10, each step I took was farther than I'd ever run before. It's amazing what kind of adrenalin you can drum up by telling yourself that. Even manged a sprint at the very end.
The only time I felt uncomfortable was after eating a couple of nasty Clif Bar energy blocks. Stay far, far away from them. Otherwise, my head was clear and my legs kept on going, so it was all good.
Here's my gear, by the way. Just imagine the runner has exited stage left:
My race rewards—other than the little Tiffany necklace handed to me by a tuxedoed fireman (seriously) after I crossed the finish line—were a stack of pancakes and 30 minutes in a rented hot tub. If I could always have those two things afterward, I'd run half a marathon every weekend.
Well, maybe not. But it's cool to be able to say I did it once.
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