That One Time...

My Only DNF Marathon thus far…

When I was a little younger than I am now, I wanted to run the Lake Placid Marathon. I love going to Mirror Lake, there is a beautiful Moose themed cabin, with a fire place in the kitchen and fur everything, where we enjoy staying up there. However, that was the year the prisoners escaped, and were roaming around Lake Placid, there is an entire Lifetime movie about it and everything. So, my parents being the way they are, told me to run the Cooperstown Marathon instead. The Baseball Hall of fame is in Cooperstown, and I like to go there and run around the lake when the opportunity presents itself. It was like 95 degrees and ridiculously humid in June. Plus, the race was not chip timed, run later in the morning, and on the side of the road with sports cars zooming around with vacationers. I ended up making it seventeen miles, pouring a bottle of water over myself, and calling mom & pops to pick me up ASAP. We went to the museums in Cooperstown, and out to brunch with a baseball historian. Sometimes you just have to call it a day, and do the thing on another occasion! I always laugh when it’s numbers on the race bibs instead of names, and I have 334 instead of 123 or 57 or something good. What’s a good number to be when you enter late without a name?