Me Moron.

Okay...you'll look below at the pictures and see that they're not in any sort of order and there are several repeats!!! Greyson is wiping his nose on my leg as I type..and Brooks is trying to fanagle ( I don't even know at all how to spell fanagle) anyways, Brooks is trying to persuade me to write his book report for him.
The marathon...
It was LONG. Really LONG. Did I say that earlier??? Cause I honestly thought my time would have been alot better, and was worried that it wouldn't be. And I really can't get myself to care! (mainly because I'm afraid I'd have to do it again to try for a better time!). It's long. The first half was okay. I had trained up to mile 20.09 three weeks ago, and had been 'tapering' back the past couple of weeks. I have a greater respect for people who run these things in general....and I'll cowtow to (is it kowtow?) to anyone who runs them with any sort of speed! In one of the photos you can see my arms swinging...but my feet look like they're barely in front of each other! For the last couple of miles...my legs really just literallly wouldn't go. any. faster! We rounded a corner with 0.3 miles to the finish. It's like just down your street probably....you could SMELL the finish line....and I gave it everything I had...........and a tall man was walking next to me.. Yes! WALKING!! I was afraid someone would get us in a picture together....here'd be me running (or at least attempting to) and then RIGHT next to me would be joe bloe walky man. Yikes. So.....decided to give a full throttle.......nada. It's tough. I'm not doing it again. I'm thankful for the experience...or at least to have it checked off my list! What have I learned???



I really CAN do ALL things through Christ...who gives me strength.