Sunday, November 6, 2011

What I did this morning: Hamilton marathon

Before.
Oh man, I look nervous. This is a totally unconvincing smile. You can see it in my eyes: Do I really want to do this?
Someone stop me, please.

Hours later, only 200m left to go. Fooey removes lollipop to cheer her mother's approach. Her mother is feeling, oh, a million bajillion times better than she did in the previous picture.

There I go down the homestretch. A huge feeling of wow. Forty-two point two kilometres completed. Time on the clock: 3:42:13.

"I still can't believe you ran a marathon today, Mom." - AppleApple

Yeah. Me neither, kid.

(For the completely and totally unabridged version, please visit my triathlon training blog.)

3 comments:

  1. I love how Apple Apple is looking up at you so adoringly!

    Priceless!

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  2. I asked the kids at supper tonight whether any of them would like to run a marathon when they grow up, and only one was excited by the idea. Guess who?!

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  3. I can't help but feel pride myself when I read this post. What a wonderful gift you are giving your kids -- the notion that they can do this too!

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