I’m not sure how I would have felt had things ended differently. I might have been able to find some merit in the several miles of hilly switchbacks through Cleveland Park. I might have been able to look past the cruddy run up the giant hill that is Pete Hollis Blvd. But the fact is, I crossed the finish line only to be told they’d run out of medals.
On Saturday, October 20th, 2018, my friend Paul and I “took a crack at” the Baltimore Running Festival Half Marathon. Get it? The medal is a crab, and we took a crack at it. Har har. (I can’t take credit for that one, it says that on the medal… but a punny medal makes me extra happy).
Running in summer is basically the worst. To me, anyway. I know that there are people out there who hate running in the cold. I love it. But perhaps this post will help them in the coming months. For those of you out there like me, well, bookmark this post and maybe it will help you next summer.
It’s been two weeks since I ran the Hotlanta Half Marathon, and I guess I’m sufficiently recovered to write about it. What possessed me to sign up for a half marathon in Atlanta in JUNE… I’ll never know. But it was sort of worth it. Sort of.
Big changes are a comin’ round here. “Here” being my personal/professional life, and this lovely website I call my own. Most importantly for you, dear reader, is the new name: Baker on the Run. Much as I loved being the Shameless Procrastibaker, the title didn’t account for all the marvelous things I plan to write about moving forward.