It was fantastic to see our old pal Ragu at the Galloping Gobbler yesterday. Which is no small feat given how hard it is to spot people on such a congested course and also because there’s so much less of her to see these days — 154 pounds less, to be exact.
The Gobbler was her 15th or 16th race this year, and she said she’s planning to do another 1-2 before the year is over. At this point she’s a walker, but she’s thinking about taking up running in 2013. To read more of Ragu’s inspirational tale, click here.
This year’s race was fun as always, though I felt more conflicted than in years past about how seriously to take this race — should it just be a goofy fun thing? Maybe so, but with neither Ben nor Traci tagging along, I couldn’t resist trying to keep up with people running a bit faster than I usually do. I just love the way it feels to disengage your mind and focus in on a moving target. My time wasn’t great, nearly a minute slower than last year at 38:20 for a 4-miler, though part of that may have been due to having to stop and tie a shoe. It felt great, though, to give the old lungs a good blow.
Isn’t this a cool shot Bob took of Lindenwood Cemetery before the start of the race?