I ran my half marathon this weekend. Yesterday to be exact. I can give some credit to a magnificent pre-race meal at Ali Baba Restaurant which included falafel, shish tawouk and kosharee, ilhamdullilah. It was a grand event including but not limited to: a wedding ceremony, pre-race dancing/stretching, mass korean style stretching, rain, and hitting a guy in the face. It was a lot of fun. I was placed in the back of the pack after not entering a race time. That got me into the groove of passing. I felt good most of the way excluding some foot pain. I finished in 1:23:06. A surprise, and I am glad it was concluded sooner rather than later, as my legs were surely on the way to legendary pain. I was most proud that I was not passed the whole race, but that might surely have to do with my starting position. I was 23rd overall and 3rd in my age group. The race reminded me of running along the river in Harrisburg. I was surprised to come to a point with no city outstanding on the riverbanks. I think I like that distance, though my legs have little nice to say at the moment. Maybe Ill do it again someday. Hope you like the pictures.
