This is Chloe & me at the Rocky statue.
Have I ever told you I *heart* Rocky? Very much.
And even though I was still flu-ish sick and miserable and was hoping to fool my body into thinking this may be a good idea, but it didn't go for it, I was so very happy to have this picture taken.
My daughter and I before the race.
I didn't finish.
In fact, as I was on the starting line up, I was exhausted and thirsty and wonder WHY AM I DOING THIS??!!?
But off I went. I told John to meet me at the 6 mile marker because I thought if I did 6 miles, I would be happy. That was going to be my personal goal.
He forgot, and 'they' took the markers down.
I did 9.
Totally by default.
And my ankle thought I was being stupid and decided to tell me about it. And it was loud & clear.
Anyway, I survived.
And Chloe did great!! She finished and when she was done, she looked great!!
I was very proud of her. As was John & Josiah.
And now I am starting to feel okay. A day late and a dollar short.