Random thoughts from my first half-marathon, in which I finished 246th out of 522 in my category, women aged 25 to 29. (Ah, the sweet taste of being ever-so-slightly above average)
- Why do people bring fleeces to an early morning run? And why do they think it's a good idea to shed them in a pile at the starting line for people to trip over?
- Good thing Maneesha (running mentor) is carrying those white-and-blue balloons, or our group would definitely get swallowed up by the crowd.
- Those three statuesque blonde girls, I want to beat them to the finish.
- When the seconds are ticking away, somehow it doesn't matter that there's no toilet paper in the portable toilet. Unless you need to poo (like the girl next to me), in which case even a discarded Solo cup starts to look like an acceptable substitute for TP.
- It's the last mile, and all I can think of is how much I would like to eat a banana.
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