Oh yeah, look at that big smile. Is that a smile of happiness, satisfaction and accomplishment?
Nope, it was a smile that I was done.
It had been a long 4 hours 23 minutes of looking down in paranoid fits to see if my timing strip had fallen off my shoes.
It had been a long 2 hours and 23 minutes of trying to keep my left leg straight because my IT band syndrome had decided to up its game.
It had been 4 hours since I realized one of my super powers was that I could identify empty porta potties from 50 yards away.
It had been 4 hours since I realized I had to drink electrolyte water or I was going to hit the wall (and hence the discovery of above super power).
It had been 30 minutes since I saw a running mentor and told him my knee was now completely blown and I had to walk down hills.
It was 30 minutes since I realized I wasn’t going to Boston qualify.
It had been 4 hours and 23 minutes since I had thanked my lucky stars that it was going to be a unseasonably warm day and not a typical fall Portland day.
It was 4 hours since I laughed at the silly pirate themed entertainment cheering us along.
It had been 3 hours and 30 minutes since I waved at friends who were cheering me on.
It had been 15 minutes since I crossed the finish lines with the encouragement of the fans.
It had been mere minutes since my husband told me I was amazing.
After 4 hours and 23 minutes of second guessing myself and months of training, I crossed the finish line.
And I would do it all again.