No Shame In That

As the sun goes down on this weekend the McKibbins are absolutely exhausted. Naomi ran a full mile for the Mayor's Run on Saturday, and I completed the half-marathon on Sunday. McKibbin kept everyone hydrated, photographed, and anchored at the crowded finish line.

The number of digital cameras in the cheering section was at an all time high. The ratio of dozing infants in strollers or bored children per adult was also high. The mug of hot coffee, however, won hand-over-fist as the most common accessory found among the people lined streets.

Naomi suffered a case of pre-race jitters but gave it her all once she hit the starting line. My mp3 player drowned out my own jitters come Sunday.

Neither of us finished impressively from a time or metal perspective. At the risk of sounding immodest, though, there is a particular pride that comes with the knowledge that you laced up your running shoes one morning, fired it up, and gave it what you've got. No shame in that.