It was cathartic. It was life affirming. It was powerful and humbling and my body did not let me down. In fact, if I ran a race with my heart, and my body obeyed, this would be it.
We outran Sandy's arrival, and I collected my sixth Marine Corps Marathon medal. And in my mind, mom was finally looking on, cheering me to a 3:52 finish. (Thanks everyone for your comments and thoughts on my last post.)
Panoramic picture of the start (scroll sideways or click on arrow)
|Panoramic view at the start corral. Click here for larger version|
|In front of the Iwo Jima memorial, after we climb a steep after following 26.18 miles of running.|