Race reports get old and tired, right? I mean, you sort of got one from me last week and you’ll probably get another in a few short weeks only to be followed by yet another in October (because we can’t only run one half marathon, ya know).
So this is me sparing you the nitty gritty details.
Instead I present to you a bit of narcissism. Who doesn’t like that, eh? So there were a few pictures from Saturday’s race, of course, as there are bound to be from an organized event. That’s how they make a few bucks after all. So let’s go over them, shall we?
Usually I am the UGLIEST of runners, all slouched and hunched over, core nowhere near engaged, stomach rolls hanging over, face dragging on the ground and mouth generally agape. This time, I was actually pleased with most of the pictures I was presented with when they emailed me the proofs.
I mean, the rolls will always be there as they’re a fact of life (my battle scars if you will), but I look kinda good! I look comfortable in my skin here. Granted, I still look damn sloppy, but to me, I look smaller than I have in awhile! I look healthy! Even with the loose skin on my arms and the giant double chin action going on. That chick is on the move! Look at her go!
But this picture was only one of the ones I kinda liked. Then there was the finish line. You know, where you pour it all on and run like you’ve stole something. There were a couple here with which I was pretty happy.
Yup. Don’t care about my gut. Don’t care about my arms. I think I look pretty damn good.
And although I had a rough time between 7k and 9k, I still came in under an hour, 58:20 chip time, thank you very much, which is a minute faster than my 10k time from May. The May race is actually a faster race, too. Just imagine if I had run IT instead. ENDLESS possibilities, people. ENDLESS.
Could I be back in shape? Do the pictures tell the story? You tell me.