Gar Williams Half Marathon
December 15, 2013
This race was sort of anticlimactic. There was no t-shirt. There were no medals. I didn’t even take a selfie. I wasn’t DFL (dead effing last), but I was close. But there was a huge sigh of relief that I’d finished my quest.
- The course was on a packed dirt path.
- It was a small race so parking and bib pickup were a piece of cake.
- Bagels with nutella at the end.
- I got to run with my dad!
- I’m done.
- The puddles and the mud.
- Barely receiving acknowledgement that I’d finished as I crossed the finish line.
- It was a race organized by a run club. They were all fast.
- The wind. 6.5 miles into a headwind. Uphill.
- We didn’t realize we were running a slight downhill on the way out.
- The mud that was icy.
My dad hurt his back a few days ago, so he wasn’t even sure he was going to run. He decided the morning of the race that he could. We went out fast-ish in an attempt to get to the turnaround in a reasonable time, expecting we’d run/walk the second half. We ended up running the whole thing. I died at mile 12, but I still managed to run it in. Yes, my dad beat me again.