i ran across international borders twice, unfettered. i fueled (and occasionally bathed) myself exclusively with gatorade and luna bars. i high-fived over a dozen strangers. with a finish time of 4:31:13, i can officially add "run a marathon" to my eat-your-words list.
dad met me between miles 10 and 11:
and again at the finish line:
both times i was overjoyed to see him. despite what the photos suggest.
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