Big run. Small thoughts

Cccccold!

Yes! I got the last of the toilet paper!

Yeah for people who sit in front of their house and cheer!

I thought my knee would last further than this.

Blister ate my toe.

Stupid head wind!!

I’m thinking I like ones with more spectators.

Stupid head wind!!

Old people on bikes patrolling the race are cute.

“Nuptials” is a strange word after you’ve run twenty miles.

If I could sit down at an aid station without having to sit there with the high school girls volunteering who would annoy me, I would just stop now.

Stupid head wind!!

I just really want to chew something! Wonder if Brett would randomly grab the pretzels on his way here.

LOVE the woman who gave me licorice!

What bright person decided mile 25 should be all up hill?!? Definitely not a person who ever ran a marathon.

If I had the legs I had at the beginning of the race, I could set a PR. But I don’t.

I will pass that woman if it’s the last thing I do! (I did!)

I have the best dressed cheerer here!

What bright person decided the race should end with a “sprint” up a sandy drive? Same bright person as before?

Blister ate my toe, again!! (Little toe is twice its size, because of a blister that practically wraps all the way around it, and the stain on my sock shows that there was one that popped there and then another one grew.)