Blast from the past

Brightroom Photography sent me an email with these pictures from a half-marathon in 2005, asking if I want to order them at a discount. Who knew they've hung on to the pictures for that long and I had never seen them before. These pictures brought back memories of the meltdown in Central Park, easily the second worst race of my adult life.

They reminded me that as recently as three years ago, I wear only cotton shirts and mostly tennis shorts; I ramp up to 11 miles in practice and decide to run a half marathon; I drink Sangria and wine the night before a race; I pin my race number to my shirt and dare my left arm to get stuck in it; I thought Central Park was hilly; I was 28 years old and young. Sigh....