I did the unspeakable (for a non-runner, at least).
I ran half a marathon
in honor of my Great Uncle Bobby, whose presence I felt with me the whole way.
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| My uncle Bobby in 1980 with his dog, Tabbet. |
From the moment I signed up, I felt like I did at age 4, sending off my list of demands to Santa - excited, nervous, planning for the big day. I woke up most morning after that at 6am, ran a couple miles to start the day. After work, I would "run" a few more miles on an elliptical, weight train, and/or swim laps for an hour. I felt myself become stronger, have a longer endurance, and the endorphin highs would last throughout the day. It has been wonderful. What a wonderful legacy to adopt!
Now, I'm faced with a new question. Do I stop here?
I may have started for Bobby, but do I continue? If so, in his honor, or simply my own? ...more on this later, I'm sure.
In the meantime, here are some photos from yesterday.
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| starting with the last wave felt like a safe choice |
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| right before the race began |
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| mile 5, stopped to stretch |
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| the fire boats gave us a show as we ran past |
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| after the finish line |
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