My little sister, Jackie (right), and fellow finisher at the 2008 Pensacola Marathon
Me with friends Brian and John "Nothing Runs like a Deer" at the 2003 Marine Corps Marathon in Washington D.C. The wind in your hair. The roar of the crowd. Who's not really cheering for you specifically but none the less. The sweat on your brow. The person who puked just in front of you. The hurdle it took to clear it. The sweet taste of orange wedges at mile 23. The thick saliva (impossible to swallow even more impossible to spit) on mile 25. The blasted hill at the end of the race. The final turn. And the awesome fruit smoothie stand waiting for you behind the finish. Ah yes. This is what it is to run a ...marathon (insert clash of cymbals).
