After training for almost a year, David completed his first marathon a couple of weeks ago. I can not tell you how proud I am of him. He did an amazing job, AND he had a very bad cold the week leading up to the big event. He says it did slow him down--but not by much!
Reagan and I left the house after the race started, and we picked up my mom and sister--we all wanted to go and cheer him on. We first stopped at mile 13 or 14, but we figured that we had just missed him (based on his running pace). So we hopped back into the car, fought traffic and road closures and stopped at mile 21.
We were there for over an hour. Reagan did really good at entertaining himself while my mom, my sister, and I cheered on the runners. Most of the runners looked like they were really hurting, and some were even crying as they ran!
When we saw David coming towards us, we really started cheering. I was actually amazed at how great he looked. (He told me later that he had stopped 300 yards before he saw us and stretched for a while.) I started running with him to ask him how he was doing. He said he was hurting, but doing well.
Then I heard my sister yell out my name. Just then a cute little four year old dashed out and caught up to us.
We then got back into our car and drove the the finish line. Downtown Austin was crazy with all the runners and supporters! I really wanted to see David cross the finish line, but it was just too crazy for me to get up to the actual finish. We finally spotted him just after he crossed the finish line, and he immediatly sprawled out on the ground. He was exhausted!
I think he would like to run another one to see how well he'd do without being sick, but I'm pretty sure he's glad that the next marathon isn't this week!
