To Boldly Run…
I went full on Shatner at this half marathon. Unintentionally, of course. I wanted to simply go partial-Shatner because, really, can ANYONE go Full Shatner except the man himself? But around mile 9 of the half marathon+ course (I swear it was a good mile long… and not just because I was injured), I tripped and fell and scraped up my knees and arms. If chicks dig scars, I should be really dig-able after today.
But I finished, heading into the med tent right after I crossed the finish line. There I saw my very own Dr. McCoy, albeit she was named Lisa. She’s a wound specialist no less, and she helped patch me up temporarily so I could get home and shower and get the rest of the gravel, dirt, grime, and dried blood off of me. Hopefully now we can get the scabbing process going. After all, I’ve got Venice in a week.
In the meantime, here are a bunch of shots I took along the way… there are A LOT less after the fall but the views and experience are hopefully still there. I may at a later date come back and try and caption a few… but that’s for another day. Right now though, beam me up, Scotty…
