Cue three months later: I found myself in Los Angeles helping out my sick uncle once again and my grandfather flew in from Utah once again to help out. I also completed my 44th half marathon on the streets of Colorado Boulevard and the Rose Bowl, running on nearly the same course. But uncle appears to be worse.
Yes, I was incredibly slow, even three minutes slower than my previous slow time. Slow goes without saying for this past year.
#44 half marathon done
Photos: Half marathon; trying to vogue after the race
