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December 5, 2011



One of the few later goals for which I've ever had an age-related time limit was to run a marathon before I turned 30. Given that I've had that same number of years to come to terms with my chronic procrastination, the fact that I was 11 months late in achieving this watermark isn't too big a deal. I crossed the finish line of the White Rock Marathon yesterday in four hours, thirteen minutes and eight seconds. I'd never made it past a nightmarish 16 miles in my training, but I crossed that same point yesterday and then found most of the miles after melting away with relative ease. No walls in sight. It was freezing (almost literally) and raining the entire time. I ran it with my partner in crime, Toby Halbrooks, and Augustine was there to cheer me on, and it was one of the best days of my life. I try not to expound too often on personal achievements, but in this case I'm allowing myself a few sentences.

Now it's over, there'll never be another first one and it's on to making this movie.

Posted by David Lowery at December 5, 2011 7:40 PM