Technically, the picture above was at least a couple of miles into the race, but it was the first picture I took during the Hell of a Half Marathon this past weekend.
I was super nervous about this race, but decided to view it as motivation to get back into the running habit (and so far, since I finished, it's worked). I hadn't run for two full weeks before this half, and this was my first-ever race with hills...and those hills were BIG. I guess anything bigger than 10 feet in elevation would seem "big" to me, though. Still, starting at that first hill, nearly everyone walked.
It's August, in the Central Valley; what's the very last thing anyone would expect on a day like this? Rain. But that's what we got, so much so that I had to find a way to protect my electronics. Craziness.
Of course, this is also dairy country, and we ran past a bunch of cows. Very smelly, had to document. It was fun to hear them moo as we ran past them. Very cute.
Speaking of cute, I had to take this little kid's picture, because I knew my cheer-er on-ers wouldn't get to see it, and I needed proof that I'm not completely crazy.
Yadda, yadda... More running. Kinda hit a wall at mile 9. Just wanted to be sleeping in my bed by that point. Where the hell is the finish line?
Proof that I made it to the top of Rocky Hill (twice).
Blah, blah... Kill me now. Hot, tired, and chilly (what was that about?).
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