Half Thanks…

Yeah, I know why you’re here.  Y’all want to know all about this:

This is Rome.  It is beautiful.  But, you're gonna have to come back if you want to hear all about it!

This is Rome. It is beautiful. But, you're gonna have to come back if you want to hear all about it!

You want to know about my fabulous trip to Italy. But, first things first. I’m more jet lagged today than I was the day I got off the plane. (A full 8 days ago!) I’m terribly behind on all sorts of important deadlines. (Oops! It’s the 1st of the month! I was supposed to pay rent this morning!) And, well, I’m woefully tardy on offering an update and some thank yous for the race I ran before I left.  So, here are some whole thanks from the half marathon.

I wish I had taken a picture before I ruined it with my sweat.

I wish I had taken a picture before I ruined it with my sweat.

Erin: Thanks for being my chauffeur, t-shirt maker, and personal cheering section at Mile 3! You rock. So did your shirt…especially before I turned it into tie-dye with my sweat!

Volunteer at Mile 7: Does the fact that you told me to “Keep on Truckin’ Mama” make me old? Or does it just make you old? Either way, it made me laugh and gave me something fun to ponder for the next mile or so.

Kelvin: Thanks for saying I still looked good at Mile 8. I did not look good, but I felt good. That’s really saying something, I think!

Cheering spectators: I tried to acknowledge everyone who read the big, awesome letters on my shirt and cheered for me by name, but there were a lot of you and my arms got pretty tired…

“High Five Station” guy: Thanks for the high five. Your hand was sticky, but I liked your enthusiasm.

Kids at Mile 9: You also gave me high fives. Your hands were not sticky. I thank you for that!

Fredrick Law Olmsted: Thank you for planting a ka-zillion trees along this course.  Seriously, there were a ka-zillion.  Without them, I would have wilted in the heat.  With them, I beat my previous time in a half marathon by nearly nine minutes.  Go, me!  (And you!)

Tina:  for teaching me the wonders of the “ice” bath.  (No actual ice involved.)  I cursed you while sitting in a cold bath for 20 minutes after the race, but praised you when I got on a plane 3 days later without a single sore muscle.  Yay!

Even without ice, a cold bath is a truly miserably way to spend 20 minutes.

Even without ice, a cold bath is a truly miserably way to spend 20 minutes.

 

 

That ought to do it. The next post will be the start of the Italy wrap-ups. I promise!

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