A Foo-tastick finish for #3370

For most, Sunday mornings are languid; peaceful and lazy, as if the biggest decision you'll need to make all day is what flavor of tea to sip.

Not if you're Bob 

(aka: #3370/coffee-drinker).

Bob decided to make his second attempt at the 13.1 distance at the 11th Annual Silicon Valley Marathon/Half Marathon in San Jose, CA. Foo and her Mama were there to cheer him on. 

Gunning off the start in darkness, our hero jogged into the sunrise where cute but very expensive Willow Glen houses were the only spectators. Oddly absent of mile markers, Bob had no sense of pace until mile 3 which revealed he was ahead of schedule according to a conservative pre-race plan. By mile 5 he was comfortably ensconsed in sub-10s and by mile 8 he owned the Los Gatos Creek Trail. 

Buoyed by his adoring fans, Bob put the hammer down in the final half mile, passing runner after runner with great panache. "Who is that speed demon?" the crowd would murmur. "That's my Papa!" Foo exclaimed as she watched him sprint through the finish line, woozy with admiration.

Despite a somewhat unceremonious finish ("Don't forget your medal" the timing chip snip man would gesture, pointing to a box which held scads of finisher's medals still encased in their sad little plastic wrappings), Bob quickly realized he had made quick work of his half marathon, bettering his PR by over 16 minutes with a 2:10:03.

A deft piece of footwork indeed.