So today was the day -- after some four month of an ever-increasing training
program, I attempted my very first marathon. Fantastic day: sunny, warm, no
clouds. And a *lot* of spectators which makes it a lot of fun. I fell into an
all too common trap and started faster than I should have. I'll blame my
three buddies from the running group who were shooting for 3:20. I "paid" for
this just as you're supposed too on the last six or seven miles: heavy legs,
and more and more walking at the water stops. But I got where wanted to get
to and crossed the finish line below my target of 3:30h and a hand-stopped
3:28:58.
This picture is from mile 11 and marked the first meeting with Lisa
and our girls. I was obviously still in pretty good spirits
We have two more, including one at the very, very last turn on top of the
Roosevelt Road bridge, but it's not as up close and fun.
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