My friend Mike and I had a bet on who would run the faster half marathon time. I like to tease Mike because he is (cough, cough) approaching 50. The loser had to buy the winner breakfast. I ended up running it in 1:55, which was a little surprising because the only true long run I have had since Ironman Louisville was a 9 miler several weeks ago. I guess swimming and spin class both pay off.
Mike and me
Mike ended up buying Ken and me breakfast after the race. I felt bad for him because his Achilles was hurt, but he told me he would never run another one, so there will be no shot at a rematch.