Ran the Mankato Half Marathon on Saturday with Isaac Watkins.
Here’s what Isaac and I felt like for the first 10 miles.
Here’s what Isaac and I felt like for the last 3.1 miles.
Here’s what we sounded like for just about all of it.
No, we didn’t have a rock star finishing time. But I had the time of my life (and I’ve never felt this way before). We’re not quite picking out window treatments together yet, but he did mention something about going away to Canada with him someday. So, yeah, fingers crossed!
Other than the part about getting up at 3:45 a.m., and the part about not being able to find our way into the parking ramp, it was a hard-chargin’, ass-kickin’ kind of day. The weather was perfect, and we just jogged along and talked the whole way.
Those of you who know me pretty well know that I’m ridiculously introverted. I’m so awkward, I can make The Hulk look like a snappy conversationalist. (“So… Hulk. What is it you say you do?” “HULK SMASH!” “Oh, yeah, yeah, that’s right… And, um… How long have you been in the smashing business?..”)
Those of you who know me really well know that I’m capable of droning on and on with one boring non sequitur of a story after another if I’m comfortable about the people I’m with. That’s what Isaac got to deal with.
Anyway, we had a great time, and I don’t even care that we weren’t running competitively. Everyone we were there with took care of that part for us!
- Congratulations to Shannon McClellan, who trained really hard and set a PR.
- Congratulations to Jody Sayre, who was running her tenth half marathon of the year and passed us with a mocking laugh in the last quarter mile on her way to a PR.
- Congratulations to Jodi Rohi, who gets my vote for Comeback Runner of the Year after turning in a sub-4 in the full marathon.)
It was all good, I wasn’t jealous. After all, Isaac and I weren’t there for personal records. We were there for Eric. That’s how we got talked into this race in the first place: we were going to run along with a friend on his first half marathon. (Eric’s a great friend. I would do just about anything for him. So running 13.1 miles seemed like a pretty small request.) But Eric’s calf came up lame and, rather than risk damaging anything, it made more sense to push this goal off till next year. (Earth Day?!)
For awhile, that kind of left Isaac and I questioning the purpose of our participation. I toyed with the idea of bailing on the race and sparing myself the early morning drive and the pain of a half marathon. But I’m far too cheap to skip out when I’ve already paid. Now I’m totally glad I went. Thanks Isaac and Shannon and Jody and Jodi and Chad (who is one of the finest Bag Support Engineers of this or any other generation – but, it should be noted, is not the first to ride/bike along in support of a crazy, racing loved one). Good friends made even those last 3.1 miles fun.