
I recently uploaded photos from this past weekend’s Detroit/Windsor marathon.
A group of us rode downtown from Royal Oak and elsewhere to cheer on our friends who were running. It was a chilly ride down, but no injuries were reported.
We were starving midway through the ride, so I coerced the group into ordering crepes at Good Girls go to Paris. It was very convenient that the marathon course went right past the crepe shop.
On the way back we stopped at the Woodbridge Pub for a beer. Then we made another beer and bathroom stop at the Stonehouse Bar.
In this photo from Windsor, I’m obviously still smiling, floating inches above the Canadian soil and hanging on to a sub-6:30 minute per mile pace. I had originally planned on keeping a 6:30 pace from the gun. My racing partner Joe Deighan said he’d do the same. That first mile was 6:20 then 6:15. I slowed down as Joe continued to push the pace up and over the Ambassador Bridge.