The race was insane. A headwind followed us through the entire course, whether we were running North, South, East, or West. I know. Sounds crazy. But true! Actually, I don't know my directions very well. I just know the wind was in front of us the whole time.
I made it to Mile 13 and kept on truckin'! The medal was on my mind.
At Mile 21 I saw my AMAZING brother, Caleb, cheering me on in jeans and a t-shirt. He had his IPad in his hands to keep him company. Nonetheless, I did not feel guilty in the least gasping, "Caleb. Please. Come run with me. I need help!"
He ran the rest of the race with me, all the time saying things like, "Great form, Ness!" even though I looked like a 3 legged stumbling elephant at this point.
At Mile 24 I yelled something like, "I'm a Mormon from Utah with an Afro!" I thought this was very funny. I'm not sure why. I also yelled at the bystanders. "Cheer me on, People!" I don't think tired runners are very likeable.
I FINALLY crossed the finish line. I got the cool medal. I cannot walk now. I will probably be out for another month. Was it worth it? Oh, yeah. Am I certifiably insane? Hubby totally thinks so.