I’m gonna be running a race in March. They call it the Tobacco Road [half] Marathon.
I’m running because I’m getting older and I’m fighting Father Time. And I’m losing. And I hate losing.
So I’m running.
It is my earnest desire to do better than the last race I ran in which was 5 years ago: The Twin Cities Marathon:
I’m 4763 if you couldn’t tell.
Wish me luck!
Good luck!
That picture is awesome. When I was running a marathon a couple years ago, I saw this other runner around mile 19 wearing a sign on his back that said, “Now You’re In Last Place!” It was damn demoralizing when he disappeared over the horizon.
That picture is awesome.
It is isn’t it?
I had no idea she was even there at the time. Only after I bought the package did I see it.
It was damn demoralizing when he disappeared over the horizon.
It’s a bloody freakin knife fight of a mind f%$k when you’re out there running. My “favorite” call from the side lines was: “The hard part is over, it’s all down hill from here.”
The hard part is just taking the next step; the next step is almost harder than every step so far.
Anyway, this will be better; only a half. Thanks for the luck!