13.1 Miles, for Those Who Don't Want to Go All the Way
Checking one's pride at the door (starting line) is recommended before participating in a half-marathon. Falling face-first in the street and getting passed by a guy in Jesus sandals stand out as two of my more memorable race-day indignities.
Those of you who have faithfully read Patch for a while might recall my past column on training for a half-marathon, which I wrote in late July, when my training program had just begun. Well, fast forward to Oct. 15, 2011, when I officially became (veiled brag alert) a newly christened member of the 13.1 Mile Club via the Baltimore Half-Marathon. All of my previously stated objectives—cross the finish line upright and without the aid of a defibrillator, don’t soil my pants and run the entire distance—were achieved too. The only goal I came up short on was the aesthetic quality of my finish line photo. Let’s just say it’s tough to have a good hair day once your head turns into a salt lick and you’ve endured 20 mph sustained wind gusts for…
Beth Jarvis
9:50 pm on Tuesday, November 8, 2011
That's hysterical Lara, especially the description of the suspenders. Thanks for getting in touch and sharing your experience. Best of luck to you and your husband on your second half-marathon attempt in March. Way to go! more ›