The winner of the 2014 Med City Half Marathon was Mark Bolster, coming in at a speedy 1:15:51. His speed doesn’t concern me. The fact that I will never be that fast does not bother me at all. In fact, I am pretty proud to have completed in less than double his time.
Less than double was my goal entering this half marathon. Continue reading Exhaustion and Victory
I doubt the accuracy of the distance estimate for the track at my fitness center.
It’s possible I’m slower outdoors than indoors. Maybe the Earth’s yellow sun saps my energy and weakens my muscles. Possible, but not likely. I’ve always felt energized by its cancer giving rays.
“I don’t have all day,” says the electronic Runkeeper voice in my earbuds. “Start running whenever.”
I am running, and she does have all day. Continue reading Tales of a Slow Paced Runner
There is no doubt in my mind that marathon runners are awesome.
The physical stamina and mental determination needed to accomplish such a thing easily qualify a person as very seriously awesome. Even the slowest marathon runners gain a sort of amazing glow in the eyes of lesser men such as myself.
I don’t believe I will ever run a marathon.
Continue reading On My Way to Half Awesome