Ok, that's a lie. Crossing the finish didn't really feel good at; I actually felt pretty terrible. I started to hyperventilate, and thank you God for the wonderful girl that poured a jug of cold water over my head after I crossed. All I could tell myself was "Keep moving, go find Nick, it's going to hurt so much worse once you stop moving".
That being said though- I was, and am, so incredibly proud of myself! No matter how bad it might have hurt, I finished (no sag wagon!) mostly in one piece (I'll miss you toenails!) and I crossed the finish line running (that's going to be one seriously ugly picture!)
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| Well intentioned, but was almost gone before I even started running. |
Lots more details and pictures to come. The hubs was set up at miles 4.5ish and 25ish, and got some great pics of me... and just about everyone else!
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