Running the Half

Not me!

Didn't know

that this was

going to happen,

but still am not

in shape for even a half.

Keith and I were out for a walk-run event of our own, and realized we were walking in the middle of this half marathon. Keith had forgotten to tell me that one of his colleagues was entered, that's Dariusz, in the black. In the states, this route would have been roped off, water stations every mile, and race attendants to make sure that no one crossed the path of a runner! But here the runners took in stride as people continuously crossed the walkway. Or stopped abruptly in front of them, seemingly oblivious to the fact that there was a race! We notice that there are several times like this where you are more or less expected to take responsibility for your own actions, and not have to be warned or 'protected' by barriers. Walking to the top of the Mounds here is one example. You can see one of the Mounds in the background. Narrow paths winding up around the hill, with no rail to keep you from being swept off by the wind, and tumbling down the sides. They aren't that tall, but I still want to hold on to the ground on my way up.

There will be a full marathon the first week end in May.

Any takers?

These runners were

taking in the sights.