Here I am this afternoon, crossing the finish line in the Route 66 Half-Marathon. My time was fairly abysmal, but considering the fact that A.) I’d run a grand total of 19.2 miles since last November, B.) I’d been fighting a backache for two days, and C.) I woke up this morning with some kind of stomach flu and seriously considered skipping the race altogether, I’ll just be content with the finisher’s medal and not worry too much about the clock. Maybe one of these days I’ll have time to whip myself back into sub-2:30 shape.
The announcer didn’t call my name when I finished. He just referred to me as “the jeans lady” because I ran in jeans and a sweatshirt. I don’t know why you’re not supposed to run in jeans. They’re comfortable on a cold day, and they have lots of pockets for carrying gels and stuff.
Hope your weekend was good.