This picture was taken at mile 6...where everything was still absolutely okay and heading for a sub-4! I'm wearing a hat and the BRIGHT orange long sleeve. Little did I know that mile 8 would bring me a ripped calf muscle.
Mile 18...texting my mom and limping along...and just about to hit the medi-tent...again...And, yeah, that belt does add inches to my waist...
Mile 20-something...I obviously spotted the photographer and am trying to look like I'm in less pain than I am...FAIL!
My partner in crime for the last couple of miles. Overheard him talking on his phone about how tired he was. He was Dutch, so I asked him whether or not he wanted to feel miserable together. Seemed like a plan to him. He was exhausted, and at that point I was (a) in excruciating pain and limping to a point where it just looked awful and (b) high on the Tylenol. So we just chatted for the last couple of miles of the marathon.
I look happy, and not tired at all...awful hat-hair, though! Note to self: Never Ever Take Hat Off For Pictures Again!
Ofcourse I forced partner in crime to take a finish line picture together. Me with the not so charming hat-hair, he with the less charming fleece Dunkin Donuts hat. The odd couple. Didn't catch your name partner in crime, but THANKS for making those last miles bareable.
I didn't manage to get the finisher clip online, but, believe me, it looks painful...Imagine a silly girl trying to limp run to the finish line...Embarrassing!
The best thing: I'm still on crutches and the muscle is still ripperderipped (okay, that's not so good, but wait for just a second), but I can't wait for the next marathon! If I wasn't in this much pain, I would do one again today! :)