In late 1995 I'd set my sights on running a marathon the next year, which, would've been my third, although only one was in competition. There were a series of warm-up races for it, and on December 16th, 1995, I ran a 20 kilometer run in Virginia Beach, the first of the 'warm-up' races. It was my first run of over 10 kilometers since March, 1992. I had a good finish, somewhere in the top 10-20%, in the 80-90 minute range, but nowhere near my best. What I remember most about that race was that it was about 50 degrees, and just before the start, the sky opened up and rained on us hard. We were lining up in the open for the start, so there was nowhere to take shelter, and we got hammered. We just stood there and took it, like victims of some cruel prank, and then, feeling as if we'd gone for a swim in our race clothes, rain somewhat subsiding, we began a 12.4 mile run. Somewhere along the way, with Dad's life slowly ebbing away, and my marriage doing the same, life stresses caused me to drop the marathon plan. However, the cycling continued at a slow pace.
On March 23rd, I raced a time trial in northern Williamsburg, Virginia. Miimii thought this was a cool picture. My hair is looking a little better.