|Miles, the MCM mascot|
Around 9:30, the last 10Kers came through, so we got a caffeine refill (Caribou Coffee was conveniently behind us) and settled in for the day.
Let the marathon begin!
Leah and I had lots of signs. Yes, that is profanity on my sign. If you know me, this probably doesn't shock you. And if you were running today and my sign offended you, I apologize; that was not its purpose. When I'm running, especially the long, grueling runs, I find that a little internalized profanity helps push me along. So I thought I'd share my method with the world. I got a lot of high fives, so apparently others agreed.
|the lead car - 2:01:12 on the clock|
|Marathon winner Charles Ware from Wheeling, IL|
Finishing time of 2:19:16
|People loved my sign.|
|Favorite thing about Leah's sign: the look on people's face when they realized the joke. I like to think that the little boost of adrenaline they got from that laugh got them through another mile.|
|I heart my running buddy.|
We cheered our little hearts out. My face is sunburnt, my voice is gone, and my hand is bruised from ringing a cow bell for five hours. But I had a damn good time. Nice job runners! See you next year. And probably not from the sidelines...