i am running late

This is not a blog about running, but I ran my first half-marathon yesterday, and since I have never competed in any sports in my whole life, I thought it might be worth having this occasion in writing. There is a sequence of events that preceded the half-marathon: waking up at 6:30 in the morning on Sunday (no, I will never grow to appreciate that), renting a black Mustang (no, didn't see that one coming), having trouble finding the Lincoln tunnel (hey, this one is actually legit), and finally, during a serious assessment of Little Bo Peep and Naughty Nurse as Halloween costumes choices (I just want to make clear here that I have never been dressed as a Little Bo Peep. The driver of the car has. The driver is not a girl), we ended up missing no less than 5 exits on the I-95 highway (yes, we got lost in the depths of Jersey). We were late for the race. Only 5 minutes tho, so they still let us register. By the time that ended, we were 15 minutes late. And boy, there is nothing more fun then being so late for the race that there's no one around anymore (Little Bo Peep ran off at his usual speed, so I was alone at this point). It took me 5 miles to reach the race's long tail. All the while, I was waiting to be ambushed by a coyote or a Jersey Girl in a tube top, both of which are common species in these lands. Luckily none of that happened, and I soon encountered a very old half-marathon runner trailing behind. At that point I knew I would be fine, and from then on, I was passing runners one by one. I couldn't beat the wind, tho. A note of advice: it's wind season in Seaside, NJ, and I was thinking that if I stop, the wind would actually blow me a mile back. I think that the sheer fear of spending the night in Jersey made me keep going. At the end, I managed to run half-marathon in 2.07. Something to start from.