The Half Marathon Just Whooped ME!

Honesty must prevail. I did not break two hours, nor did I even come close to matching my best time of 2:06. My chip time was 3:03. Yep! That’s right, 3 hours and 3 minutes for 13.1` miles…Oooah disgustingly slow! I will not offer excuses. I did not run my best race. However, I did identify some weaknesses that were within my control. But first, I will identify those which were not.

1. The trail was mostly a single path and if you were behind someone slower than you, you were just, well, stuck until you could get enough room to pass them on the trail.

2. The scenery was just too beautiful. Many times, I lost focus and slowed down to enjoy creation, many smaller inland lakes, streams, meadows and Really Big Hills...I cant’ wait to run the course again.

Within my Control:

1. Not conditioned for the rigors of the trail course; inexperience in trail running - my first trial race
2. Need more Hill training. Hills -heck they were mountains (not but It sounds good eh?)
3. Pacing need to have better control over my pacing
4. Better hydration. Need to hydrate more often

That’s enough. I think you get the picture. Regardless of my time, I really enjoyed the course and its demands. I can’t’ wait till next year. To get the most enjoyment, I think I’ll just have to run the Full marathon.

In the future I must remember to carry a disposable camera, least I fall and break my good one; a happening which Missus Gj would hold me in contempt I am certain. . Because of that fact, I only have a few pictures of the starting line and couple of my running buddy and me afterwards. On to the races (Did I mention the really Big Hills?)

The Trail map outlining the elevation or where the big hills beat me up.

It was a cool April morning. A chilly breeze was blowing off the lake as we waited for the race to begin. Here's Ol' Gj & his running buddy Joanna waiting for the race to begin.

Getting anxious we surveyed the starting line.

The early starters got off without a hitch, next up the brave regulars

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I didn't get any pictures of the regulars-I was busy cheering them on.

An hour later it was our turn..The start went as planned. Since there were so many of us half marathoners, a staggered start was used. Since we were cold, we complained about the extra wait, but to no avail. Little did we realize that the staggered start made a whole lot of sense, especially after we saw the hills (I did mention the hills didn't?

The first few miles were quite uneventful, save for a young lady who might have hurt her ankle or maybe, worst broke a bone (we prayed not). But a good looking hiker offered to carry her out; the day was saved (hmmm.. this is mushy stuff that love stories are made of).

Then it happened, the first of many hills. Actually, there were many hills, but I only remember three of them. The first round of "Biggies" was around Mile 5 and lasted through mile 7 or so. As I approached its base, I knew I was in trouble when looking up I could not see the top. This was not too mention that we runners had come to a walk to scale this mammoth beast, one I named "The Matterhorn"

As we reached the plateau, our walking turned into a slow jog as we slowly began our descent, which only last for a minute or two, or so it seemed. And therein around mile 9, my eyes beheld and even more ugly brute....Could the gods have designed a hell more befitting us runners? Me thinkest not, since they must have thought us profane for even being in their domain. Again we were reduce to a crawl..a fate worse than just stopping for going ever so slowly one becomes clumsy..Blam. I tripped over a root of minor dimensions. Stumbling I fell forward, but recovered shortly before hitting the ground. It was sight to behold I am certain as I was told I looked like a gosling trying to take flight for the first time. Out of frustration, I named this one "Mt. McKinley" Why? I don't' know.

Miles 10 and 11 were rather like a little flat land wherein some lost time could be made up, OR so I thought! MILE 12 revealed itself to be Beelzebub for sure. The god of Hell..can it be he found us? A fate worse than death..up, up up we crawled; skinned knees and blistered hands was our sentence. But we did not quit....For all too soon like an airplane on approach we began to land, just a short tenth of a mile to go. Noticing the camera man standing to the side of the finish line, I did what any good runner would do. I straighten up , stuck my chest out and ran like a banshee on fire. I made it! I finished the run for Austin. My heart raced as I thanked the volunteers for their help; then I realized although I didn't even place, the prize was mine. I finished..Ohh the name of the last hill? Why, it's Mt Everest of course (Again I don't know why).

I really had a great time at the race, but folks you know the real reason why I ran. Double click on my picture and take a closer look at my shirt; you'll see Austin's name, one of my little buddies. I am raising funds for the Band of Parents for neuroblastoma research ..Won't you please

"SAY YES to GRANDPA JOHN" and as a minimum donate the cost of a cup of coffee today?

As Tony the Tiger would say " You'll FEEL Great" if you do.

In His Arms...

GJ