Crazy! So my official time: 49:37! My four minute-mile has been achieved!
I honestly thought I wasn't going to beat my 50 minute goal, as I crossed the line at 51:25, but apparently I started a little less than two minutes after the official start time.
All it took me was five attempts to get there. I can't help but think: what if I had trained? (as always, it's one of those "woulda coulda but didn't")
So what do I get as a reward for this? Two crazy blisters and some sore feet and knees. Dangit! I knew I should've worn my old orthotics as opposed to the new ones.
Do I retire now? Maybe, but I may come out of it just as soon as I went into it (I don't want to forgo my annual Turtle Jack's Buffalo Shrimp meal). Maybe my next goal will be sub-49? I dunno...
(my once noble foe, Arvin, has seemed to have fallen from his physical grace. I really think it coincided with him falling in love. Mind you his best-ever time is still way better than mine. Maybe that's my new goal! I hope he doesn't retire now)