Running keeps me humble.
Male runners who weigh over 200 pounds are sometimes referred to as Clydesdales. It is comforting to know that, as I plod out thirteen-mile runs, some onlookers have likened me to a horse.
This morning I ran my third half-marathon of the year. My GPS watch informs me that I ran 12.80 miles (20.59 kilometers) in 2:12:20, an average pace of 10:20 per mile (6:25 per kilometer).
Considering that my rigorous training included a full week of eating birthday cake last week, I was pleased with my effort.
My GPBGPS (getting passed by guys pushing strollers) statistics continue to improve: I only recall one this time.