San Francisco Giants Half-Marathon
Call me Fred. At least that was my name as I lined up yesterday for the San Francisco Giants Half Marathon. We lined up on Terry Francois Boulevard, on the opposite side of Mission Creek from Pac Bell Park. When I looked down at my left shoe I saw a "D-Tag" plastic-encapsulated timing chip which clearly identified me as Fred. An offer for the ticket had been posted to a mailing list I read on Thursday. I'd just gotten back from a 20.3 km lunch run, which I'd finished fairly briskly, so by my usual standards I'd not be ready to run again until Sunday. But this was too good to pass up, a "big" race happening less than 2 miles of home, and at a distance longer than I'd raced before on the road. At the starting line they had three self-selected groups: under 7 minutes, 7 - 9 minutes, and over 9 minutes per mile. I expected to be around 7:10 - 7:15 per mile, or around 4:30/km. On my lunch runs, this had been a fairly good pace, and I'd on