Oh man, I wanted so badly to be able to report good news on this post today. And happily, I can.
It was magic that I decided to attempt the race after some shin pain Saturday.
It was magic that as I crossed the start line, my favorite part of this song kicked in "Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father, run for your children, for your sisters and brothers."
It was magic that Paul called from Afghanistan on mile five, "you still running, Babe?" and I could take the call through my headphones.
It was magic that my parents were able to park and wave me along between mile 8 and 9 (and grab the shot above).
And of course, it was magic sprinting my hardest across that finish line.
I have more to say about my second and final half-marathon and I'll try to organize my thoughts later today.