I was hoping to keep the race a secret. But when the ambulance and undertaker are right on your heals its hard to do. I was going to try to improve and the next time my brother and I got together and he went running with his daughter and asked me if I wanted to go, I would say sure, just to see the expression.
But the race got out and he found out, so now I needed to improve. My new goal, run 3.1 miles with stopping. No time nothing. In doing this I began to lose a little more weight and got in a little better shape. No more 38 pants, but 36s were plenty long. I mean tight.
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