Now you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but I could run like the wind blows. From that day on, if I was ever going somewhere, I was running!
What a glorious run it was last night, on such a glorious evening. The weather was beautiful: hot enough with a cool breeze as the sun was setting.
I did about as well as I expected (there was no throwing up, as some have suggested). There were about 100 people that participated and I was somewhere in the middle of the pack, perhaps finishing around 40th. My final time was 24:17 for the 3.1 mile race.
They say that your second half should be quicker than your first, but sadly that was not the case for me. In the second half you're supposed to really kick in the turbo boosters as you strive for the finish line. Unfortunately, when the race began I simply gave it too much, too early. I was about ready to pass out during the second half as we were climbing some hills.
The race was two laps around the Fidelity Marlboro campus. I was surprised to find just how many hills and valleys there were. I mean, I work here every day, but it just never occurred to me.
Today I feel good. My legs are a little sore, but in a good way. They're alive and I can feel them. I feel like I've already begun the journey to physical fitness.
And no, there were no Kenyans.
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I seem to remember the Boston Marathon of 94 (or was it 95). I was wearing a Shaq jersey. You were wearing Barkley, right? You didn't last a half mile. I remember looking back and seeing you collapse into some bushes. And I just kept running.
I do recall a marathon where I ran/walked 8 miles in a Tennessee sweatshirt (not to be confused with sweaterpant-shorts, but that's a topic for another day) on a hot, muggy day. Everyone was cheering for the little kid who looked like he was going to pass out. Truly a highlight of my childhood.
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