A few weeks back he had the opportunity to agree to run this year's L.A. Marathon: a full 26.2 miles course from Los Angeles to Santa Monica! What can I say, he is a guy, and jumped on the opportunity. I don't think I've ever seen my husband more nervous than these last couple of days. This was a trial, a triumph; he just had to try. He got up at 4:00 a.m. this morning met up with one of my sisters and together drove to Los Angeles to pick up my youngest sister (this was her second marathon, way to go girl!) and then headed towards the starting line at Dodger Stadium to be dropped off. There was no turning back now. A small wait for the blowing of the starting line horn and he was off.
|the 2012 L.A. Marathon finish medal|
The kids and I nervously prayed and watched the elite runners on T.V. All the time wondering where and how dad was doing. He called me at about the 16th mile and said he needed to walk for a bit. It wasn't fatigue, just the onset of possible muscle spasms (oh no!) After a few minutes he said he had to pick up the pace and continue. It was now determination time. I didn't hear from him again until 1/2 mile from the finish. Yes, he's almost there! And then the final call, A MARATHON FINISH, he had crossed unto that triumphant sense of accomplishment. We are so proud of you, you are amazing and ever so blessed.
|at the finish after 4hrs & 50mins of running, not bad for his 1st marathon|