|Waiting for the starter's pistol--well, the starter's airhorn|
Yesterday, my sister, our friend Milinda and I finished our first ever half-marathon. That's 13.1 miles. Maybe not a lot for some people, but it seemed like a lot to us.
A few months ago, (when I had this insane idea) none of us could have anticipated that a few hours after crossing the starting line with 32,000 others, we would sprint across the finish line of the San Antonio Rock 'n Roll half-marathon. Full disclosure and an overdeveloped sense of honesty require me to say that, while we did indeed speed across the finish line, we in fact walked the other 13.05 miles.
No matter, because between us we are over 150 years old and after walking a collective 40 miles, we were smiling like schoolgirls. Still are.
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