This is my very first post so we'll see how it goes.
My memories of the marathon have faded enough that I am comfortable talking about it. Why anyone would do such a thing to their body on any sort of regular basis is beyond me. I'm including the picture on the left because of those I looked at, I looked the happiest in this one.
The picture to the right shows me in a little more pain. The red bibs behind me represent those only running the half marathon, so I hadn't run too far at the time. I was actually pretty cheerful at the time. I've realized that I'm an unattractive runner (if not an unattractive man in general). I do, however, like my legs in the picture and I am quite a narcissist in that respect
This is me sprinting the last hundred meters, inciting roaring cheers from the crowd. If only they knew I had leisurely moseyed the previous few miles. Again, I'm forced to realize I may not be the Adonis I once thought I was.
I offer the above photo as indisputable proof that I finished under four hours, albeit I wanted to finish 20 minutes earlier. The clock says 3:49, the chip on my shoe said 3:48, but I tell people I finished in 3:45 because that's what my watch (actually Becky's watch) said AND it makes me sound so much faster.
3 comments:
Wow! Pat- I send you major congratulations on running a marathon....Anyone who even completes one deserves major props!!
My roommates are training for a half marathon, but I don't have time to train for it. I want to do at least a half marathon someday.
Quite a respectable marathon time. Sculpture-worthy legs. You running marathons, Duane doing marathons--looks like the gauntlet has been thrown down. So I have no choice but to...hmm. Maybe I'll go for a relaxing walk along the moors and drink some hot chocolate out of a teacup with clotted cream on top.
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