he finished and he was happy and I bawled like a baby!
I am SO proud of him! he worked so hard to make this happen and I was the lucky one who got to be there when he crossed the finish line.
do I look happy?
at around 15 km (which is when I snapped this pic) I lost all feeling in my toes. then it felt like I was running on teeny pebbles and it hurt like hell. I wanted to quit, but knew if I did that I would never have the medal so I kept going. this run wasn't about me. it was about him and I am so happy it worked out so well for him.