I just finished my second half-marathon. I enjoyed it thoroughly - except for the fact that it was in the high 30s and pouring rain. I was soaked to the skin. By the time I got home, I was shaking and shivering. I also have some huge honkin' nasty looking blisters on my feet. I have never run with soaking wet socks in soaking wet shoes before. It's different than dry shoes and socks, let me tell you.
I somehow shut off my GPS, for about a half mile, so I don't know what my official time was. It is not posted yet. I think I did better than my last one - in any event, I feel very good about my performance today.
As I crossed the finish line, I started crying. I mean really crying. I am so grateful that I get to be part of life today. I get to do stuff.
When I was drinking - even though I was young, I could never have done this. I ran a lot, but somehow I never registered for a race. I ran my first race in 1987 when I was nearly 3 years sober. It was a miraculous revelation to actually do something I had talked about for so many years.
I am tired and I am going to go take a nap. But I wanted to post something about my race. Daave was kind enough to call me this morning, and some other folks have called to see how I am. I am glad that people care enough about me to think about me and then actually pick up the phone and call.
Most people don't want to run, but most people do have dreams. I just want to say: If you are sober, you can put one foot in front of the other and realize your dreams. It is possible!