I think this guy may have been one of my favorite folks. He ran a marathon in that costume! How incredible!

Good morning with a little sister run. Just in case you can't see, our shirts say "save gas. RUN!" Below are the pictures that tell the story of our 13.1 mile journey together. I read a sign that one spectator had that said "People run marathons early before their brains wake up". I laughed during the race, but after when I was a bit sore and super exhausted I commended that bystander for their wisdom. First I'll get to the nitty-gritty details: we ran the first 8 miles on cruise control without a hitch (okay, so miles 5-8 were all uphill, but other than that no big events) then Missy's little IT Band went wacko. She was havin' some serious pain. I'll be honest, at first I didn't believe she hurt her knee, I thought she was just wimping out on me. I can say this because we have talked about it already (and laughed!!!). So we ran miles 9-13 pretty darn slow, which I think might have been how I hurt my little right foot. My research suggests it might be a stress fracture, but I'm opting to believe that this is not the case (I mean it could just be bruised...). So I'm limpin' around the place these days. This weekend I learned an important lesson in moderation. Just as it is important to find your limits with food, drinks, missed sleep, etc. I believe I have found my running limit. I also think that perhaps we went a smidge past it... as it felt like we spent Sunday after the race with a "running hangover" only waking to eat and apply more icyhot. I know we should have walked a good bit after the race, but Missy could hardly walk at all... and I was pretty sleepy after the breakfast buffet, so we caved and did the worst thing possible-we took a nap!
You know... what else is there to do in cincy at 6:15 am? Get a load of this large man who ran a marathon in a tutu. Now that's a joy runner :)
Mile 1... we're still fresh and be-boppin'. Now, don't think we're that slow. It took quite a while for us to actually get to the starting line. Our chip time was 6 or 7 minutes faster than the race clocks.
Mile two...Mile three Mile 4... This is near where we saw Rueben.
Horray for mile 5! We celebrated this fella and his hairy back for the entire mile! Shazam!
Mile 6... sorry, nothing stood out about mile 6

Mile seven was like runnin' in heaven...
Check out this pretty view from the bridge.
Mile 8... still going uphill... and Missy's little knee got fed up.
Mile 9... I believe this was the mile where I did a cartwheel. It sure gave me a little extra spring.Mile 10... little Missy wasn't real pleased at this point. Mile 11... yeah... sorry about that... I don't know what happened there... but that's our shot of mile 11.Mile 12... just a little more to go. The two cutest pigs! Would you believe they put us in tin foil? I was afraid it was a hog roast and we were about to be bacon! Turns out that's not really the case... but it sure was odd.

FYI-for future reference if you run a half marathon, don't be pushed through the food line... get your moolah's worth. We made that mistake and had to make a mad dash to the Big Boy, asap. Luckily they had their breakfast buffet... where I nearly cried. I was so overjoyed to find corn nuggets. To me that is the measure of a good buffet.