My gear
Carb loading at Campisi's
Damion found each other at mile 3!
With the race drifting off into the rear view, I can't forget to be grateful to all the people, places and things that made this Sunday such a success. Thank you...
Mile 1: Dick's Last Resort. (You know why 😘)
Mile 2: The singer from that 80's cover band
Mile 3 -5: Highland Park. Are you kidding me? Worth the race just for those HOUSES!
Mile 6: the Heckler. He told me to run "f*#€%+ing faster." Classy.
Mile 7: People outside a trailer with a stereo. Chariots of Fire was an awesome choice.
Mile 8: the Marine with his combat backpack. Felt honored just to run near him.
Mile 9: inappropriate no-shirt guy. Yeah. Some people should ALWAYS wear a shirt. Like even in the shower.
Mile 10: Gatorade. Literally saved me.
Mile 11: Boot Camp Police Officer, most just keep us safe, this one also motivated!
Mile 12: Double amputee (at the knee) working so hard, unwavering determination. I may have cried, and realized I needed to kick my butt in gear. Cause nothing I'll ever do is as important as what he did for us.
Mile 13: Garmin watch. You helped me see my REAL time and distance!
Time to start training for a full!









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