Whiskey Row half marathon was supposed to be a training run for me and a race for John. As I mentioned in my last post, I decided not to run the race due to an indigent calf and hamstring. I thought I could drop down to the 10K and jog/walk it and as a result, I got my first DNF on Saturday when I dropped out after the first mile. With the major discomfort experienced after just one mile, I'm glad I didn't endure the whole 6 miles. Despite knowing it was the correct decision, the disappointment still lingers. John ran the half and looked strong at the end.
After lunch and a shower, we grabbed our books and went down to listen to the numerous bands playing into the evening. Filled with families, people milled around with their children, dogs and snakes. SNAKES? Yes, there was a lady there with her two red tailed boa's. She happily talked to children, let them pet her snakes and answered questions like what does she feed them...a small rat once a month.