Forty-eight seconds. Forty-eight freakin’ seconds. This is not going to turn into one of those “for want of a nail” rants, because quite frankly those are not only played-out, they’re dreadfully boring to read. You don’t want to read it. And I don’t want to write it. So we both win here. But to think…
I originally wasn’t planning on running the Allstate 13.1 Fort Lauderdale half marathon, if for no other reason than I thought it would get in the way of my full Marathon training. I’m still prepping for the big event that goes live two months and a day from the time I’m typing this sentence, and…
Well I’m back from running the Disneyland Half Marathon, spending 5 nights in Southern California doing the whole tourist experience: sightseeing, sun-worshipping, marveling at the actual existence of mountains, eating way too much, staring down hyper-inflated security guys at House of Blues in Hollywood, plenty of funky alcoholic beverages, machaca!, crashing rooftop parties, recreating classic…