Just over 24 hours ago I raced the Fairfield Half. It was probably the hardest race I've ever run, and my time was about 10 minutes slower than any half I've run this year. I even gave Willrunforbeer the middle finger when I saw her after the race, despite the fact she slaved over a hot stove to cook me pasta and meatballs the night before. Sorry :) Instead of dwelling and writing a post about that race, I've decided to move forward and write a post about something more positive.
|Sharon & I sporting our awesome Team Sasquatch shirts before the race!|