- I won't come dead last like last year. No way no how!
- I'm eating the brunch this time after the meal
- And...(Oops a third entry) I won't lock my keys in my car like last time and have to wait around for roadside assist. That's a classic an half right there!
And since I'm telling embarrassing stories I might as well finish up with the last place finish story. So for the record I have never until that fateful day came last in a half marathon race. So as I was huffing and puffing and struggling to plow on and finish, the thought to quit came in my head many times but I used CENA power "Never Give Up" to keep on. (Okay I made that part up but I didn't quit) Anyways I seen a lone runner behind me and she slowly catches up. I thought well if she don't pass me I'm cool and won't be in last place. She gets near and I find out shes the race marshall sweeping the course behind me to make sure no one is still running. So I WAS the last runner. Classic. And two extra insults to injury on top of that:
- I told the person I have ran half marathons before and she still treated me like a first timer clapping her hands and saying you can do it!
- I get to the finish and they are pulling the race banners and finish sign down. I have to duck under the workers taking downt the signs at the finish line. Ouch!
- And finally (another insult) my high school buddy later on says where were you? I didnt see you (He ran the race). I didn't have the heart to say I came last and he placed second.
P.S Part of this race is just an excuse for me to get out of town to find postcards.
-Rab
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