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2017 Half-Marathon

I ran in the 2017 Austin Half-Marathon last weekend. I hadn’t done a distance race since the 2015 Austin Half as the final race in the 2014-2015 Austin Distance Challenge’s Half-Marathon track. That year, I was training for a full marathon, but the twin’s early birth and NICU detoured me to the half track, which still included three half-marathons (including one I ran while living at the hospital).

This year’s run was warm and muggy and, frankly, I forgot about all of the hills during training. If the 13.1 miles were just around the neighborhood, I think it would have been a pretty fine race, but with the hills and weather, I wasn’t ready for it. Mile 8-9.5 were pretty darn painful.

But, Clif gave out free gel shots and Austin Beerworks gave out shots of beer at mile 13, so I had enough pushing me forward. My time was right within a minute of the other times I ran that race solo.

The finisher’s medal had a removable ribbon and doubles as a belt buckle. I can’t say I wear belt buckles often, but I definitely did to church that evening. 😁

I’m toying with the idea of starting a running blog (or category here) to track building up to 26.2 miles.

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Reflecting Tower

Photo taken at: UT Turtle Pond

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Ya can’t swim here

I feel like there is a solid current events metaphor here. Or five or fifty. Just going to let you, fine reader, pick your own.

Photo taken at: TownLake YMCA

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Utah: Where corn dogs are that important

Visiting a grocery store in Utah and realized I had no idea how important corn dogs are to the world.

 

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Not Necessarily To Go

At least they give you options.

Photo taken at: Once Over Coffee Bar

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Remembering Those That Came Before

Olivia’s 2nd grade class has a prayer “graffiti” wall where they can write names of those they want to pray for. Many are parents and such.
Olivia wrote my dad’s name. Her grandfather who died 12 years before she was born.

I don’t feel like I bring him up that often, but she gets that it was and is a big deal that he died long before anyone was ready or expecting him. She gets that it is a hole in my—and her—life to not have him here

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