So, Jennifer and I ran the Memphis St. Jude Half-marathon the other day. And yes, I completed the thing (don't be hatin'). We did it in right about 2:30:00. That's a little slower than Jennifer's previous times, and an awesome time for me.
The pasta dinner at the Lambert dining hall in Christian Brothers University was tasty, and free. We also somehow got knock-off underarmor shirts that the Lasallian Volunteers made for themselves. The theme: Running in Memphis. Not awful, I guess.
The morning of the race wound up being 20 degrees warmer than anyone expected, which was a good thing. Jennifer & I both ditched our underarmor, and were glad for it. There was plenty of awesome Memphis music from the 50s before and during the race, which was great.
I don't remember a whole lot of the race itself. I guess I had "cleared the mechanism." Two days later, I feel like I got hit by a bus. Why people love doing this, I don't know. And don't get me started on marathoners...
Food and drink at the finish line were great. A cup of McAlister's chicken tortilla soup, a couple of slices of pepperoni pizza, and a much-needed Diet Coke had me feeling very elderly (instead of very dead).
After all is said and done, I guess I'd do it again. Except next time, I'll bring a couple of band-aides. I learned a very important lesson about cool temperatures and chaffing. Ouch!
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