Margaret, Charlie and I successfully completed the Rock n' Roll marathon, today. As Charlie would say, all three of us propelled ourselves in a forward direction for a total of 26.2 miles. And, we were off the race course within seven hours.
(It's important to note that my official chip time for completing the marathon was LESS than the race time that is shown on the finish clock. Due to the tens of thousands of people that participated, it took us almost 20 minutes to get to the start line. )
Charlie is a superstar stud. Not only did he run a marathon today, he came home and after cracking open a beer, primarily led the charge of getting four children fed and in to bed. My job was to figure out what we were going to eat for dinner. When I suggested uncooked rice because I was too tired to lift a pot on to the stove to cook, he ran out to pick up Mexican food.
In a moment, he will return from picking up dinner from our favorite Mexican restaurant. And after I take two bites of a burrito, I fully anticipate I will fall asleep and wake up sometime next week. Until then, get a load of my fuzzy (in more ways than one) right toe...
What you can't see is the purple nail that will probably fall off within the next few days. If a blister the size of nickel and purple toenails aren't evidence that I just COMPLETED a marathon, I don't know what is.
(Actually, I received a medal, too.)