The name sounds worse than the run.
It was a beautiful, snowy day...perfect temperature for running (-5C) and no wind.
(Remember last year's first 13.1mile run? My First Half)
Well this one wasn't so analyzed or lamented over.
I just showed up and ran... for the most part.
My 4 kiddos drove in and waited for me at the Finish Line:
And I got a real pretty medal:
(As did everyone who crossed the finish line;)
Goal time wasn't met...but I'm letting myself off due to the snow covered trail route...where it seems everyone had trouble getting their footing.
And remember when I said I thought people were insane to run 42km?
Well my first 42k is scheduled for May.
Second one is August.
Kind of funny how time changes your mind on a matter isn't it?