First off I just have to say when you’re at mile 20.5 and someone is asking questions, your brain doesn’t respond as readily as it usually does. So when I repeatedly say “ice” realize it’s because I’m assuming no one can hear me as no one has responded back.
Amy was the first person I could think of, she just like popped out of nowhere.
And the awful fanny pack actually holds a purpose besides making me look like a dork. Believe me I was not the dorkiest looking person out there.
Oh and I lost my right big toenail yesterday. *sniff, sniff*… Yay, I’ve now run a marathon.
Funny, your dad always loses a toe nail after each marathon too. It usually has a chance to nearly grow back before the next one.
So proud of you!
Mom
YEA, Märia and Steven and Jason…it doesn’t seem like a marathon unless you loose a toenail. All of you looked great; congratulations on finishing the BIG one and welcome to the club!
I am not sure how much of an inspiration I am; my feet and knees always seem to hurt these days.
Dad