1 hour, 44 minutes, and 54 seconds. I did it. 40 laps on my 40th birthday. And, since I ran in lane 4, I actually ran 10.5 miles, so I hit 10 minutes a mile almost exactly. Not nearly as fast as I wanted; but, considering a week ago I didn’t think I could finish, and considering I haven’t run longer than 40 minutes for 5 weeks due to sickness and my leg, I’m giving myself credit. I ran 3 miles farther than I ever have in my life, and I accomplished my goal.
Elaine took this picture about half way through the journey. Since I was running a lap for every year, I was saying to myself things like, “I’m 16 now. It’s 1984”. After Elaine took the picture, she joined me for a mile, and she had perfect timing: we ran together for the first 4 years of our marriage. 🙂
The last two miles really hurt, and that’s when my time got pathetic. But hey, mission accomplished, now to Portland with my family!