Half-Marathon

About four weeks ago, Wayne was goaded into training for a half-marathon. Actually, he wasn't really goaded, he just got a little tipsy at a birthday party (adults only, no kids, thank you very much), started talking smack with some friends who have run half and full marathons and before I knew it he was signing up Saturday morning online for a half-marathon. Apparently he didn't have enough to drink to forget that he'd agreed to train for one.

But he'd been talking about it anyway so it wasn't that much of a stretch for him to actually sign up. Only thing was...the one he signed up for was only four weeks away.

It was yesterday, actually, and here's how he did:

overall place: 260 out of 2246 (top 11%)
division place: 24 out of 89 (refers to the age bracket, but politely)
gender place: 181 out of 821
time: 1:44:55
pace: 8:01

He wanted to run at an 8:00 pace, and he did. I can't tell you how proud of him I am that he did this, he really worked hard.

The girls and I got up extra early on Sunday to cheer him on. The race began at 7:00 and Lindsey popped out of bed at 6:50, ran into our room and jumped on our bed. She immediately asked, "Where's Daddy?" I told her he had already left and that the race was starting in 10 minutes. She gasped and said, "But I'm not even dressed!" But that was okay, God knows he was going to be running long enough that we'd get to see him.

Our good friends (the ones who talked him into this in the first place) also got their entire family up this early as well to cheer him on from the sidelines.

We're very proud of him!