I had now made it two thirds of the way through the race. Nothing left to do but run away! Patty is a walker and insisted that I go ahead. We said we would see each other at the finish line and I headed out. Since running was something I could actually do without needing extra padding:
I was off feeling light on my feet!
It ended up being more of a slalom activity, really. If you recall from Part 1, Patty and I were among the very last of the racers in the "buddy wave" (read: "non-competitive just-please-lord-don't-let-me-drown/crash/trip wave"). Turns out this is the group in which the ladies like to walk, en masse, taking up the whole road, chit-chatting.
Time was clearly not of the essence. Race? What race? But, these women were savouring their time together so it's hard to fault them for that :)
Read the conclusion here!
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