One Hour Fifty-Five minutes. Not gonna win any medals or anything, but it's the fastest I've ever run a half marathon. Very proud of myself, as well as of my training buddy AP, who photo-finished at the same time I did.
24 hours later, the memories of the last two miles or so are seared in my memory. There were throngs of spectators lined up along the seawall, yelling encouragement to the runners. "C'mon #1543, lookin' strong!" "You can do it #109! Keep it up!" I'm in royal amounts of pain, but I can hear them cheer on the bib numbers of the runners ahead of me. When they get to AP and my numbers, they shout "C'mon #146 and #159, you can....(silence. then whisper whisper whisper)." Then, they reach a cosensus that it is okay to lie. "Looking strong guys! Almost there!"
Today, I wanna tell the world, but I don't want to be too obvious about it. So I go all subtle-like:
Hey what time is the meeting?
Well, probably slightly more than one hour and fifty-five minutes from now, thank you.
Geez, traffic was bad today, huh?
Oh yeah, it took me much longer than usual. Probably at *least* one hour and fifty-five minutes!
What is your favorite colour?
one hour and fifty-five minutes, thanks for asking.
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Oh My God. I'm impressed that you're weaving is subtly into your everyday conversations...if I'd even managed to ENTER a half marathon I'd have a full page ad in the local paper. Bloody well done...snaps to you!!
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