today was all about the marathon. J finished his first in 4:15. So quickly, in fact, that I missed him at both the 12 mile mark, and the 18 mile mark, then didn’t even get to meet him at the finish.

he ran incredibly well, and though I did try to see him at two separate points, I felt like the world’s worst wife for not being there at the end. Tried to make it up to him by baking chocolate peanut butter brownies, but it was a hollow gesture.

i am, however, unbelievably proud of him. And being caught up in all the excitement again, has got me contemplating a 26.2 mile october run in cardiff…

(have a few lame pics that i’ll put up tomorrow, after i return to my senses)

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