After running the BAA half marathon (13.1 miles of pure and undiluted toilet yearning), I knew I needed to step up my training for the Canyonlands Half Marathon. Knew... but didn't. After three months of sedimentation, I ran 6 miles about a month ago and ruined my foot - I'll probably never walk again.* Actually, I probably just pulled a ligament. Being born of goodly, stoic parents, but not having myself been blessed with the gift of a high pain threshold, I declared myself unfit to run the 1/2 marathon and sent my brother Michael to the starting line with my racing bib. Michael (who also didn't train) did my name proud and finshed in a great time. I waited on the sidelines and ran the last four miles with Tim, and we practically won the race. **
Note the middle pic: Michael and I are both incapable of serious thought / exercise without sticking out our tongues. It is sure to end badly one day...
*I've been hanging out with my niece Bryn, who regularly declares herself a cripple after earth-shaking injuries like running into the couch and such.
** We came to the high desert from sea level and like to tell ourselves that's why we couldn't breathe.
4 comments:
FUN! I admire you for even entering into one of these races. I've had good intensions...nothing has come to fruition though. :) Good job!
WAY TO GO LAURLA! You are SO AMBITIOUS! Way to stay young.
Your foot is definitely ruined and you'll have to be carried everywhere you go (Bryn's diagnosis).
I've got to get a copy of the middle picture with Mike sticking his tounge out. It's a family trait!
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