This race had been in the back of my head and penciled on my calendar for a few months now. I knew it was 2 days after my niece's first birthday (in San Antonio), and had been thinking I might be able to combine the two during one trip out of town. I waited to decide for sure until the weekend after the marathon, to see how running and biking went. If my bike was awful, I had told myself I was going to need to stay here and bike. Well, my biking was awful, but I think it was awful for everyone, so I decided I could go, provided I rode my trainer for 3 hours as punishment for playing over the weekend. I also value my family more than anything else, and first birthdays only come once. So, anyway, I knew Laurie was going to do the race as well, and we had spoken about it some throughout the week. I told her I wasn't sure what to expect, but that I thought I could probably do a 2:00-2:05. She wrote back to that email saying "I think you should do a 1:59:59." Damn her. She...
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