A Further Note on the Half-Marathon

Yep, that is me at the 8 mile marker. Notice the excellent attire and sane look. Yep, I'm quite the athlete.

A Note on the Half-Marathon

So I did a Half-Marathon. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever done. I am a fat guy and I don't work out. I do walk quite a bit, though, so I thought I might be able to do it if all I had to do was walk. Well, I did it and I walked. Alot!

I was a little under the weather and I don't own a pair of tennis shoes, so I showed up to the event bundled up in several flannel shirts and a pair of hiking boots. I looked a little bit like Grizzly Adams at a health spa, but I wasn't there for a beauty contest. I was there to compete like the extreme athlete that I am. Yep, I finished 446th out of 451 male contestants and like 985th out of 999 contestants overall. I totally smoked the 350-lbs hispanic kid and the 85-yr-old grandma with the cigarette hanging out of her mouth. I rock.

Why did I do it?

I think it was just to be able to blog about it. I am sick and tired of all the little in-shape tarts out there in their spandex chatting up the fact that they did a 5k or ran a triathlon. Well, try strapping a 120-lbs washing machine to your back and walking 13.1 miles and you will have some idea of the pain that I experienced. Of course, I could not move for three days thereafter. The Wife is convinced I did it just to get out of some housework.

Well, I did it.

Next up....You tell me. I will pick one of the suggestions and do it.