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Chick-Fil-A Half Marathon. Dadgummit I missed that.

Sometimes we dread something and it turns out to be okay. Sometimes we dread something and it turns out great.

Sometimes we dread something and it becomes better and better as the days and nights go by after the event.

On Saturday, my oldest and I headed 30 minutes north to Athens for the inaugural Chick-Fil-A Half Marathon. I had completed a few longer runs as an attempt to train but the runs — and I use the term run looselywere pretty mediocre. And even though it’s just a ways down the road, the small city of Athens has some big hills. They are everywhere.

So I had avoided the fall half marathon there for a while.

Which I learned on Saturday was so very STUPID.

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Can’t remember what I did to my leg but I’m forever bumping into stuff.

This was before the start.

It was a perfect day.

And all the dogwoods were in bloom.

You would think a crackerjack photojournalist like me would have captured some of that springtime beauty. But no.

What I did snap  . . .

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The start. Notice I positioned myself with the 2:30 crowd. Because I am old and broken down. But I finished 13th of 33 in my age group. Which shows all of our bodies start breaking down.

More photos.

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Sanford Stadium. My son actually saw lots of players in uniform getting off of buses. Must have been Picture Day or sumpthing.  He was a bit ahead of me. He said all the runners were high-five’n the players.

Darn the luck of missing that.

No. I didn’t capture the sea of white blooming trees dotting the landscape or those red jerseys heading into the stadium but for some reason I snapped this.

 

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A Strawberry-Banana GU they were handing out at Five Points.

I think I took pic this because it tasted AMAZING. Or at least didn’t make me want to vomit it back up, which GU usually does.

I must have been stunned by its not-making-me-vomit taste into pressing my shutter down and capturing the moment.

Yes we finished.

A great memory.

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And I’ve got a great kid.

Who let me pass him for a moment at Mile 3.

Okay. He might have been in line for the bathroom but I was ahead of him for about 30 yards. Till he passed me again and got to high-five those Bulldogs walking into Sanford Stadium.

Dadgummit I missed that.

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