you get to the point where miles don't mean a thing.

mile 1 appeared in the blink of an eye
i was still hauling by mile 4 and only started to hurt coming upon 9.
by then i was so close to finishing compared to what i'd already done,
it didn't matter and i just kept going.

the rescue crew came in to help at mile 10 (aka rachel davis)

the last half mile i took off.

the finish line is a beautiful thing.

so much support and encouragement from so many good people,
couldn't be more grateful!


my trainer, inspiration, and father. couldn't have done it with out him.

 a fantastic experience, it's amazing what the mind can do.

now i feel like i'm broken everywhere.

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