Anyway, I wanted to post these so someday I can look back and recall 'the year I got drunk the night before a marathon because I was pissed at my boss.'
The first few pics are about 1/4 of the way through - in Foster Park. The middle one's - which I can laugh at now - are when I was totally pissed at not finding any gels or water at the half-way point (on Baker Street). The last three are the near-death experience of the finish line.
So, while I'm still mad at myself for being so stupid, and I'm still upset with my boss, I am ready to do it all again! At least the marathon part...
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