Thirteen Point One

When you tell people you are going to run a half marathon, you get one of a handful of responses. "Are you nuts?" is by far the most common.

It all started four months ago, when Mister P traipsed into my office with a half marathon training plan. He didn't think it looked too bad. I said "Are you nuts?"

But then I started thinking about it. Hmm. Always dangerous.

And then all of a sudden I was the one trying to talk him into it. I succeeded and we both started stretching our long runs to prep for today's race.

Everything was looking good until two weeks ago. Mister P strained his Achilles tendon. And so I was left to run without him today.

Katy and the kids were at the finish line to cheer me in - these pictures will give you an idea what I look like when I'm about to fall over from physical exhaustion:

Since we live in a results-oriented society, I will share today's time: 1 hour, 53 minutes, 30 seconds.