I had no idea she was coming (no one did actually, besides my dad). I saw her at about mile 25.5 and felt like I was crying before I realized that no tears were coming (I was too dehydrated).
Try to smile in pictures (and not realize I have mascara all over my face. That’s what I get for wearing make-up for the first time ever in a race. Just because I didn’t want to be mistaken for a boy with my lesbo ‘do. Sigh.)
Refuel with an apple courtesy of Mom
(seriously, I could not eat the pizza and pulled pork sandwiches provided)
Smile and look slightly scary next to a beautiful Courtney. Major kudos to her & Brent for driving that far to see me finish and then posing so closely to me in all my post-marathon glory.
Take an “ice bath” in the freezing river, and join the other runners trying to laugh through the near-tears at our numbing limbs.