This morning, I ran the Space Coast Half-Marathon at Riverfront Park in Cocoa, FL.
I didn't get sub-1:35. I didn't get a PR. But it's okay, because I have a story... not so much a story... more a "I ran off the path, stepped into a water meter box without a cover and my shoe flew off". Yeah, I just laid on the ground for a couple seconds, laughed, then super-kicked the last 200 meters.
I had started the race with Bob, a friend I hadn't seen since the spring's Tiger Dash at Wickham Park. Our times for the 2006 Disney Marathon were within a second of each other, though we did not run together (an interesting coincidence). Anyways, he was going for a 1:37, so we ran together starting the first couple miles at 7:30 pace. We slowly crept up our pace, but in the end, after being unable to shake off John, it was too much for me, but I urged Bob to continue on, and he ended up getting 3rd in his age group. So good for him too.
Anyways, I don't know what else to write about the event. My mind is fried. So here are more photos:
Causeway that was in-view
Michelle, miss photogenic
Some random guy who, from this angle, looks naked
Up & Running Racing Team, some of
Running Zone Racing Team, some of
My Race Number
My Finisher's Medal
Me and "My Award" (yeah, it's totally not Michelle's award)
Okay... five hours later... this blog is done. OMG I need some alcohol.