13.1

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.