Half Marathon State #43 — New York is in the books! 
We took on the Yonkers Half Marathon and this race had all the ingredients for a miserable time: lack of training, a small field, and pouring rain before we even started—and for most of the race. 
Yep… it was miserable. 
(But not as miserable as Omaha, so you’re still safe, Bonnie Morales. 
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Yep… it was miserable. (But not as miserable as Omaha, so you’re still safe, Bonnie Morales. )Somehow, my time wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected, and even more impressive… NO BLISTERS! 
Considering I basically walked/ran 13.1 miles with completely soaked feet, I’m giving all the credit to my Swiftwick socks. I need to buy, like, 10 pairs.
Considering I basically walked/ran 13.1 miles with completely soaked feet, I’m giving all the credit to my Swiftwick socks. I need to buy, like, 10 pairs. Race highlights:
Getting a hug from a big guy at mile 11 who told me, “Keep going, baby!”
Having a marathoner throw his not-empty water cup directly onto my foot at mile 11.5. Good thing it was already soaked.
Almost getting whacked by a stop sign a volunteer was swinging at mile 12.And before all that? Just hills and rain. Lots and lots of rain.
State #43 
Yonkers, you were wet. You were hilly. You were miserable. And somehow… we finished! 
