And We're Off!

Creekside Shack 

Here are a few random photos that coincidentally help illustrate a not-so-random blog post related to my feelings about attempting to complete a  half-marathon this weekend.  Above, we have the starting point: an old, weathered structure still standing but vulnerable.  I'm almost 48 years old, still standing and ready to collapse into the creek vulnerable. Although I've been jogging since the spring, the farthest I've ever jogged without stopping is nine miles.

This half-marathon?  It's 13.1 miles.  13.1 minus 9 = What was I thinking?

Ideally I'd like to be able to complete the whole thing without dying walking.  Realistically, though, I am shooting for 9 or 10 miles jogging and then crawling hitch hiking  walking as needed to carry me across the finish line, where I hope not to collapse into a heap of broken parts like the tree below.

Aarons Beach

Most of all I hope I don't break anything, tear anything, or otherwise come to pieces.

Like the basket below.

Remnants of a basket

As long as I can crawl across the finish line intact, 

even if there are barnacles on my back since I go so slowly, I"ll be just fine.

Horseshoe crab adorned with barnacles

I won't be posting until Tuesday assuming no major cardiac events injuries. Baby Sis and I leave Saturday and return Monday. We're meeting up with her and her.   The race is on Sunday morning at the crack of dawn.

(Everyone in this little party except me has completed 13.1 miles without the benefit of an automobile.)

Have a great weekend! See you next week.

(Hopefully.)