A few months ago, while hanging out with my folks, I was provoked to sign up for arguably the hardest half marathon around. The provoker (my father) will deny any accusations of such provocation, but let me tell you, he knows just how to push my “non-competitive” buttons.
This past Saturday was the day.
To say it was difficult is an understatement, and to be honest, I almost didn’t finish. At about 12,000 feet and change I started to feel absolutely awful. My options were to either pass out or puke, and if I hadn’t puked, I wouldn’t have made it to the top. To spare the gory details, after “examining the grass” I got a surge of adrenaline which propelled me further up the mountain but waned before I made it all the way up. However, it was just enough to seal my finisher’s fate.
I didn’t finish with the best time (4:54:38) but I did conquer that mountain and finished strong.