This marathon was
tough, but without my family and Annie I wouldn’t have been able to get through
it.
My Grandma and
Grandpa were there to cheer me on at mile 5 and 25 which had to have been a
sight because at 5 I was on top of the world and at 25 I was a crying disaster.
A little side note:
I never got to meet my biological Grandpa Ron, but I had a moment along the
course where I knew that he was with me.
Mom always talks about how he would always smoke a pipe and how the
smell of pipe tobacco always helped her know that he was around when she was
growing up. So yesterday I had just
passed Grandma and Grandpa at about mile 5 and half a mile after I smelt pipe
tobacco. I know it is a little thing,
but that definitely told me that he was on the course with me.
Last year I had a
moment with a yellow butterfly and Papa Bud, so I am glad I got to have this
moment with Grandpa Ron.
Now back to the run
down-
My cousin Theresa
and her husband Scott and their two girls were at mile 23 with signs and it
seriously made my heart sing. And of course at the finish line Annie and Mom were
waiting for me with smiling faces and an orange Gatorade. I was so happy and
sad and overjoyed I could barely keep myself together.
My feet hurt so bad
that I was a limping disaster and when I took my shoes off…oofda…not pretty. I got
some seriously gnarly blisters during this marathon and I am so grateful for
the amazing medical staff and the nice security officer who helped me hobble to
the doctor. Blood blisters the sides of
dollar bills on the bottom of your foot aren’t pretty.
I am seriously so
thankful to have such an amazing family and Annie to come all the way to the
race to support me and continue to inspire me to do what I love.
All I can say is I am incredibly grateful for my best friend and her support.
Words will never explain
how much they mean to me.
Much love,
Catherine
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