Jacob and I finally joined the ranks of half-marathoners this Sunday, ranks to which Ron has belonged for some time, now. The three of us ran the Cowtown, Ft. Worth’s annual marathon, with a half and an ultra.
Notice that we have 2 before pictures, and I even managed a “during” shot. But there is a noticeable absence of an after shot!
Jake and I before the race
Ron, Jake and I before the race
Here I am at Mile 11
The last mile, I cannot say I was running, or even jogging. I mean, I thought I was running, until a lady walked right past me, chatting it up on her cell phone. She was going considerably faster that I was. Was I walking? Assuredly not. Was I running? Apparently not. I suppose I was “scooting” or “shuffling,” kidding myself that I was running! But did I start walking? No! I crossed that finish line running my heart out, at a slower-than-walk pace!