I decided to run the half marathon again, but this time I had a running partner. The run went well enough till about mile 10, at which point I inexplicably ran out of gas. (Uncle) L was feeling better than I was so he put on the afterburners and left me eating dust. In the end I didn’t miss my goal of a sub-2-hour time by all that much, but it was a bit of a disappointment given how well my long run of a week earlier had gone: today my quads are so sore I can hardly walk stairs; a week ago I ran 12 miles (a mile less than half marathon distance) and didn’t feel it in my quads at all the next day. Oh well, it was fun (for the first 10 miles). Maybe I/we can improve on our times next year.
I like this picture
Those are my bros! Way to go fellas!! I’m so proud of you and yet at the same time not envious. :-p Way to go!
Maybe next year we can entice some more family members to join us at the event. There are shorter runs and a walking course.