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When I got close to my thirteenth half-marathon, I stopped counting. I thought if I knew which one was No. 13, I’d jinx it.
As I got ready for this year’s McAllen Marathon, I wondered what number I was on. I didn’t do any sort of official count, but I figured the 2017 McAllen Marathon would be my eighteenth. And I must’ve jinxed it. I didn’t finish. Shortly after the Mile 9 marker, I slipped into the chair at the First Aid station. Ironically, next to me was a sign that read, “One day I won’t be able to run. Today is not that day." So here’s a different version of my usual 13 things.
So that happened. As I sat waiting for a relative to come and pick up my car (I wasn’t supposed to drive), I listened to the names of the people who were crossing the finish line. The announcement of each name made me twitch. It wasn’t a great feeling seeing everyone around me feeling accomplished and wearing their medals, which I had neither. But it was the right decision. It was just another reminder of the lesson I’ve learned before: Don’t worry about looking stupid. Stay alive. For the record, from what I saw, it was a good route. It changed from previous years.
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I am heading home after the Lack's Dasher & Prancer 5K in Mission. Here are five quick notes about the run:
The medal was in the shape of a reindeer and the race was in support of the American Diabetes Association. Oh, yah, I got a second place plaque. It just wasn't for me. The GM won, but he had to leave early. Next to taking picture on the pedestals for the winners, it's as close as I'll ever get to winning. Another year, another remix challenge done. It rained and rained. I'll go into more detail later, but here's a quick video recap. And here is the real race - trying to check out of the hotel as soon as the run is done. |
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AuthorFormer high school water girl (really) finally running. |