I know a few runners, who shall remain nameless, who run solely for the bling. These ladies run to race, and they actually sign up for races strictly based on the finisher’s medal — course, runner amenities and location don’t matter.
Their social media profiles are littered with photos of large, shiny, colorful medals from dozens of races, mostly half marathons.
I put my competitiveness aside this past weekend to join them. On Sunday morning, I donned a tutu and lined up outside of Disneyland in Anaheim with more than 13,000 runners for the Tinker Bell Half Marathon — a 13.1-mile photo opportunity that awards finishers with huge, heavy medals in the shape of Tinker Bell’s wings.
I enjoyed the run with my sister, Sierra, who turned 18 this month. It was her first half marathon, hopefully of many, and I had promised to stay with her. We crossed the finish line together at two hours, 31 minutes with dozens of photos saved in her iPhone and several minutes of race footage stored in my GoPro video camera...