So Sunday I ran that partial marathon.
It was pretty funny. I was told to be at my checkpoint at 10:30, 11:00 at the latest. I arrived at 10:15 or so, and two minutes later I was passed the baton, figuratively, which was actually an anklet with some sort of chip for timing on it. I found out that the best part of marathons are the sponges they hand you as you run. I managed to run the whole 6 miles with one walk over a bridge and a short stop for shin-relief (I was wearing an old pair of indoor shoes, make note that this is a bad idea on nothing but concrete). I was running REALLY fast for the distance I had to go, and I literally could no slow myself down. I did pretty well for my team, we ran the total 26.2 miles in four hours and 31 seconds and were 215/699. I passed a lot of people too. I kinda wished I had trained. I really wished I could've shaved off that last half minute, but oh well. I took 50 minutes to run my section.
I had a co-ed outdoor game later that day, and we lost 4-3. I scored a beautiful goal in it, so I was pleased, in spite of how tired I was. I also got flattened and scrapped the spot just to the right of my eye pretty badly, and when I got up, I told the guy to "take it easy", and he started yelling at me. The team was particularly rough, and I'm pretty sure we'll face them again.
Monday we had outdoor and indoor co-ed games, and my legs were dead. I really should've trained for that marathon. I played net the first half of the outdoor game, then had a nice assist from a corner kick that Stephen headed in. We won 4-1. Earlier that day, I got invited to play on that same team (They're called My Left Foot) in the summer season by one of the girls I work with. There's an insanely good, but old French man on that team, and I hope I can pick up a lot from him.
The indoor game was a 2-1 loss that I scored a goal in. It was sloppy, but we deserved it. We had tons of possession, and played very well.
It was pretty funny. I was told to be at my checkpoint at 10:30, 11:00 at the latest. I arrived at 10:15 or so, and two minutes later I was passed the baton, figuratively, which was actually an anklet with some sort of chip for timing on it. I found out that the best part of marathons are the sponges they hand you as you run. I managed to run the whole 6 miles with one walk over a bridge and a short stop for shin-relief (I was wearing an old pair of indoor shoes, make note that this is a bad idea on nothing but concrete). I was running REALLY fast for the distance I had to go, and I literally could no slow myself down. I did pretty well for my team, we ran the total 26.2 miles in four hours and 31 seconds and were 215/699. I passed a lot of people too. I kinda wished I had trained. I really wished I could've shaved off that last half minute, but oh well. I took 50 minutes to run my section.
I had a co-ed outdoor game later that day, and we lost 4-3. I scored a beautiful goal in it, so I was pleased, in spite of how tired I was. I also got flattened and scrapped the spot just to the right of my eye pretty badly, and when I got up, I told the guy to "take it easy", and he started yelling at me. The team was particularly rough, and I'm pretty sure we'll face them again.
Monday we had outdoor and indoor co-ed games, and my legs were dead. I really should've trained for that marathon. I played net the first half of the outdoor game, then had a nice assist from a corner kick that Stephen headed in. We won 4-1. Earlier that day, I got invited to play on that same team (They're called My Left Foot) in the summer season by one of the girls I work with. There's an insanely good, but old French man on that team, and I hope I can pick up a lot from him.
The indoor game was a 2-1 loss that I scored a goal in. It was sloppy, but we deserved it. We had tons of possession, and played very well.
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