Okay, he actually did a Half-Marathon, but it's still a first for him. His time: 1 hour 52 mins 31 seconds (or thereabouts).
I actually was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to run today, or that he would puke and collapse on the ground. The last few days before the race, he was battling a bit of a GI infection. Today, his guts are happy, but the rest of the body is not.
I, being the supportive wife, was in bed. When I woke up at 8 am this morning, my first thought was, "Dave should be about half-way done by now". Then while lying in bed trying to wake up, I heard it raining. Very hard. Yikes. So today was not a good day for running. But like typical Vancouver weather, it cleared up later in the morning and it was actually hot!
One complaint that he had was that the water stations in the second half of the race had no water! So he and his run-mates were a little dehydrated by the end of it. However, he got to eat free food and bring home little samples of Vector cereal. And he came home happy (and in pain).
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I've never quite understood the attraction of the Marathon... afterall doesn't the mythology behind it have the runner die?
that comment came from someone that runs around trying to catch a flying disk? 8P
he might have died it was a hot and muggy and NO WATER.....
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