I’m out walking around (some advice a friend gave me, because he said that otherwise, I’d seize up), so I went by the library to post a quick one.
First thing, there SO much to tell about this story, most of it funny. Secondly, I cannot believe it took just a minute shy of 7 HOURS to run the daggone thing. There are two ways I see this: one, I was slowed by snow, broken shoelaces, other issues that will be mentioned later, but two, what a feat of endurance separate to speed.
Throw out speed for a moment and realize I ran for seven hours in a row. Oi. (Marshall must shush, because he’s an ultradistance runner, and at this point, he’s saying, “Yeah, and?”) But to you, Marshall, I did a lot of speed walking somewhere between 16 and 20, because I was feeling a lot of things.
First marathon, complete with first black toenail, purple-black blister, and several other bodily injuries that are really neato to look at in that “ewwwwww!” sort of way.
I had such a fargin’ good time! Oh! And before I forget, one of the guys who kind of scoffed at me months ago chatted me up and invited me back to run the Fat Ass 50K in January.
Finally, Stone Cat Ale were the sponsors, complete with free beer, and you who drink such products should consider buying some in their honor. : )
Happy Saturday. Talk to you Monday.
Oh. Jeff? My funny joke was: “I can’t feel my groin. Can you?” : )
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