marathon

Last weekend, December 3 was the St. Jude Marathon in Memphis, Tennessee. My hubby made it across the finish line along with this father.

He started off pretty strong in the race. He kept a good running pace for a long while, but did not get the results he wanted. He said his knee started hurting a little around the halfway point, and by mile 17 he was in severe pain. Stubborn as he is, he ran on it until mile 19.  At that point, he said he couldn't run any further, so what did my stubborn husband do? He hobbled the last 7 miles.

Luckily, he seems to be recovering very well. We're thinking it was just a stress injury.  He was really sore for a few days, but now, a little more than week after the race, he's pretty much better.

I think his knee may have become inflamed because he did all his training on a gravel trail instead of real asphalt. Also, finding time to train became a real problem for him toward the end. He's had to work so much during the week the last couple of months, Saturdays were pretty much is only day to train.

Within minutes of finishing the marathon, he started talking about training for the next one. Oh dear!

I am proud of him for finishing and furthering such a great cause!

And they're off!

Random balloons.

Some intense runners at the beginning of the marathon.

Waiting on the men to finish.

Getting their medals.

No pain, no gain.

Yay!

The aftermath.