See this picture? This is my running crew. the lovely people of my Weight Watchers meeting.
And after the race started, we never got to take a picture.
So the race. Now, as I have said, I've been sick for a week. So I wasn't expecting much. After mile 3 I walked the whole thing. The course was BEAUTIFUL! I saw various things: A carful of nuns, a lady running with her stroller of dogs, people pushing their disabled children in strollers.
I'm practically in tears when I round the corner and see the Spousal Equivalent. Then, 20 FEET from the finish line, I can't breathe. It was like my throat was closing when I inhaled. The very nice lady that was handing out water bottles took me to the med tent. They calmed me down and cooled me off. When I didn't feel like I was going to pass out, I clung to the SE and we left, not before getting a medal. I finished this bitch. I'm getting a medal.
I was taken home. I laid down. I took a cold shower. Then we decided. (Well, I decided) that I wanted to ride 2 rides, so we went to eat lunch at Busch Gardens. Well, I rode 2 different rides than I intended (The swings in Octoberfest? No), and my battery ran out.
Now, it's time for a chick flicks and puppy cuddles.