So lately, I’ve been talking a fair amount my best run ever, my run last week in the Boston Marathon. I asked for a suggested blog topic for today, and somebody suggested my worst run ever. That’s an easy one for me to write about. And I even have a picture! It was my first race, the Southern California Half Marathon on December 3, 2005. That race was definitely one to forget. Too bad I have the memory of an elephant!
In a way, that race started six weeks earlier for me. I was at work and one of my co-workers asked me if I wanted a donut. I told him no way, I hadn’t run four miles that morning to let it go to waste over a donut! He didn’t know I “ran” and he asked me if I wanted to run a half-marathon he was doing with some friends about six weeks later. I asked him how long the half-marathon was and he told me 13.1 miles. 13.1 miles. Really? Why would any person actually want to run that far? I had run 6 miles about two times 6 1/2 years earlier (well, if you include the mile or so I walked). 13.1 miles? Only an idiot would do something like that! [Read more…]