HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my little bro and sister! Today they reached a certain milestone that I passed a couple of years ago. For the sake of propriety I won’t mention what it is, but anyone who remembers the original name of this blog (*) has a clue.

So as my brother and sister are twins, in honor of them the rest of this post will cover stuff in sets of two. So here are some highlights from the other two running events I had the previous week.

We’ll start off with the 41st Dexter-Ann Arbor run, where, by some odd circumstance, I found myself with two racing bibs. I must have been so eager to run it, I signed up twice. Or I have an evil twin somewhere. (And if I stole your bib, whoever you may be, I’m sorry. Really sorry. I mean that.)

Man, was it ever a beautiful day. As for my performance in the half marathon – it was a beautiful day. Learning from last year’s race, I prepared much more carefully, stayed hydrated, sucked down the Gu on schedule – and still finished a minute behind last year’s time. I overheated in the second half (it was pretty warm out there) and decided that a new PR wasn’t worth heatstroke. This time, anyway. So in place of a glowing race report, here are a few photos.

The other event was the Wednesday evening shindig at the property of Running Fit owner Randy Step. Consisting of a 10K run on dirt roads followed by beer and pizza, it promised to be a fun, low-key event.

Until they brought the clock out.

Wait a minute. A timed 10K? With prizes? My inner greyhound began to stir. Or maybe it was the grey in my hair. Whatever the cause, I felt surprisingly good after the first couple of miles and opened it up, finishing third and getting a surplus Ann Arbor Marathon pint glass for my effort. Since I don’t have a photo of my triumphant charge to the finish, here are a few others.

Next up: Saturday’s “Uncle Sam Slam” 5K + 10K (yep, two races) at the Canton Liberty Festival. Then my first triathlon next Wednesday. Enough twos – on to the threes!

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(*) Fitnessat50.net. Okay, no more clues.