I have ran three half marathons so far. My first was in November 2015, my 2nd in September 2016 and my third in November 2016.
13.1 miles. Each time. See? Insanity.
My best time was 3:20 (that’s 3 hours and 20 minutes), my slowest was 3:40, which also happened to be my first. There was also a 3:30 in there somewhere, but I’ve lost track. Kidding. I have them written down *and* I have the medals to prove that I finished each one.
Two Seattle half marathons and The Blerch.
Ever hear of The Oatmeal comic? The creator, Matthew Inman, also started The Blerch, which is a race held in various cities/towns in the US. I’ll concentrate on the one here in the Seattle area, which happens in September and held in Tolt-McDonald State Park in Carnation, WA.
I started running as a way to keep in shape. I used to weigh 255 pounds; I lived in a constant state of sadness … bad marriage, poor choices in life … all of this caused me to eat out of sadness and frustration, and utter loneliness, which led to quick weight gain. I was miserable.
I run (sometimes it’s a mere shuffle) to keep my anxiety in check.
I run to clear my mind.
I run to hear a pattern of my footprints, a staccato if you will.
I run to chase the demons away.
I throw in some walking, and once in a while, I even play hopscotch along the way with children that invite me in to the puzzle that they’ve drawn on the sidewalk, a puzzle in which only they understand, but have deemed me safe enough to invite me in.