After being out entirely too late at Tom's the previous night I dragged myself out of
bed at 8 (well, maybe 8:20), showered, and hopped on my motorcycle to head west.
My friends Kristin and Jill were running a half marathon around the forest in
the Pinckney Recreation Area, and it was Jill's first half marathon! I wanted to
cheer them on.
I don't run, well, at least I haven't made a concerted effort at doing so
since high school, but I remember the first time I bicycles 100 miles and I have
to figure this is just as hard. I wanted to see them do it.
I road through the thickest fog I've ever dared drive through about 30 miles to the first
crossing point for the marathon (they had already started running at 8:30). I
missed them there, but headed two miles up the road to the 9.5 mile
point in the run and waited for them there. After surprising them both and cheering them
on I headed to the finished and watch them cross the line. It was very cool.
As I found out later the times that I took pictures of were for the full marathon.
Jill and Kristin left about 40 minutes after the start of the full marathon. I was