Nearly two months ago, I ran in the Grants Pass Half Marathon. The swag bag for the event was loaded with goodies and I was super impressed with the quality of warm up jacket. Love the colors, love the luxe-ness, love the Grants Pass Pride!
I was already pretty proud of myself for running at all and had pretty low expectations for killing the time. I just wanted to feel the pavement under my feet and take in the course. It started at the All Sports park, over the pedestrian foot bridge, over the 6th St. Bridge, up and around G. St, and back to the All Sports Park. That took care of about 4 miles. Then down Lower River Road and back Upper River Road. I have been driving that loop for a looooong time. I went to elementary school out that way and even lived on the deadly curve on Lower River Rd. There are some fond memories on that road and now I have one more to add to it. The course was even, relatively flat, and smooth. I finished the race almost before I knew it. 13.1 miles in the bag on a Saturday morning.
I crossed the finish line 10 minutes earlier than the other half marathon I ran BACK WHEN I WAS 26! How's that for killing time? Game on, Aging Mom Body! The time on the clock behind me is 10 minutes AFTER I had finished since my cheering section was a bit late for my crossing. No big whoop! They were there in the beginning of the race and later on 6th St. Alden was so confused as to why his mama was running toward him and then away from him without stopping to hug.
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