Better luck next time, bitches.

The marathon itself... So let's just say it wasn't the best. The weather sucked, my muscles hated me and I didn't find Ade until 23 miles in. I did, however, see my fabulous boyfriend, who tailed me all the way through the city and got my parents in place to see me, like a champ. He's the best.

I actually was doing really well when I saw him at the 13 mile point. I thought "I can do this again. This is wonderful. Life is good, yes. Yes! Yes!"

Then I stopped to pee.

And everything when to crap. I now understand why people poop themselves during marathons. Well, maybe I understand the reasoning, but would NEVER do it.

Anyway, I finished. My time was 5:15.

I have to say a HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who cheered me on and supported me. David convinced me I could do it, but then seemed to have second thoughts after hearing my whining. Rick's sister made me a sign ("Let's Go Shell-Balls!") and waited near Wrigleyville for me. My family... LeeAnn and Pete provided us with fabulous accomodations. Greg was the best cheerleader a girl could ask for.

Until Dublin... 10/29/07.