The half-marathon went really incredible. It was possibly the greatest time of my life - no lies.
The first couple of miles I was sure to keep it reigned it. It's tough with my mentality, because old douchebags who suck at life and all things related to life will pass me, and I want to hit the gas to teach them a lesson, but I have to tell myself, "Don't worry. They'll fade and die. It's all good." It's like that phrase about "the long run." I think that comes from running. Because, it's like, it's better to win in the rong run.
And it was a good long run. I kept a pretty slow pace the first few miles per design. And by the time mile thirteen came around, I felt awesome. My last mile was definitely my fastest.
I was so freaking amped the last 500 yards or so, I was flying. I felt mechanical. The last 10 seconds of the race was the greatest feeling of my life. And I've scored before. Allegedly.
I will footnote this will the requisite links to results, and pictures, and other stuff as it becomes available.
Now the problem is, I have nothing to train for. I will sign up for the Austin Half-Marathon in February I'm pretty sure. For some reason, the full-marathon isn't too appealing to me, but maybe I'll give it a go in time. Running two straight hours was fun enough.
I need some sort of goal because this has been what I've been looking forward to for six months. And life without goals is a life without meaning which is a life that sucks.
In the meantime I will keep the shorter goal of kicking ass and taking names and dressing up for Halloween.
Consumer reports: My awesome shoes worked awesome. My special running underwear did great. But my special socks sucked and are broken.
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