My husband ran a marathon yesterday. There he is, finishing strong at the end.
I can't quite put into words how proud I am of him.
All I can say is that there is a "Holy Grail" among many people and an item on many a "Bucket List" that is called, "finish a marathon." And yesterday he did that.
All by himself.
26.2 miles of being in his own head, of the culmination of training, of ebbs and flows, highs and lows, and that feeling that everyone gets of giving up. Asking yourself if you can, indeed, finish
and where is that darn cart that takes me back to the finish line if I decide I can't! and ps. he can.
We carved ourselves out a great spot at the finish line and cheered all the runners on. My favorite part of this photo is the tiny two-year-old fist-pump that's going on here. See it? It's tiny! But it's furious!
Congratulations to my wonderful husband who is made of so much awesome it gets me all teary-eyed! I love you.
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