Because that seems to be my job around here
#1. After a few of these, I've decided that weather trumps everything else in a marathon. I went through the first half in 2:14 Sunday and felt great, but then the humidity (plus a pop in that dumb right hamstring) ended any hope I had of sub-4:30 (or even sub-5 for that matter).
Talking with everyone after the race, and again Monday morning, the universal theme was "my first half was good/great, but the second was brutal." I think this held for everyone except for Dana and Steve, who really tore up both halfs (congratulations again you two, great result). There is no doubt in my mind that 10 degrees of temp and 20 degrees of dewpoint lower and we would all have done so much better. This would usually drive me nuts, so perhaps I finally am growing up after all.
#2. Everyone I know showed huge courage on Sunday, the finishers and those who intelligently decided that today wasn't the day. To hear people talking about IBT issues, feelings of disorientation, needing to lie down for a few minutes, and stuff like that was humbling. I thought I was sucking it up and toughing it out, but I didn't face anything like many of you. I'm so impressed with the innards everyone displayed out there. And to those who realized going further meant a trip to the hospital, thank you for making the right choice. There will always be other days and other races.
#3. THANK YOU SUPPORTERS, from the bottom of my heart, for being all over the course for we the runners. At every location I thought about you as I got within a mile or so, and it pulled me on. And thank you for telling me I was looking good, when I know darn well I wasn't
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#4. And most importantly, I observed perhaps the most amazing husband-wife interaction, on the largest scale, that I've ever seen. I simply cannot count the number of times I saw spouses interacting with respect, support, caring, and true love. Seeing couples who get what a marriage is all about, love and support, was pretty cool. Maybe my old gym teacher's advice to "take a lap" really works. Instead of counselling simply make married couples train for and run a marathon.
I have tried to catch every pair that I saw, this year or last, in a moment of beauty. If I missed some of you, and I'm sure I did, please accept my apology in advance, but I saw the following pairs behaving in a lovely manner to one another:
Carrie & Scott (and to us as well, thanks for everything)
Matt & Cheryl
Cam & Howard
Lily & Ted
Judy & Charlie
Kristi & Chad
Stephanie & Scott
Steve & Krista
Rhonda & Mike
Heather & Kevin
Mel & Jeff
Dave & Erica
Karen & John
Pat & Jim
Anne & Robert
Angie & Bobby
Bill & Lynnda
Jen & Mr. Jen (sorry, I didn't get his name)
Sarah & Mr. Sarah (Again)
Big Vic & Mrs. Big Vic (again)
And hopefully us as well. Holding my bride after the race, as she wore her medal, along with ice bags on both knees, was pretty magical indeed.
This wasn't my best race, but it was a wonderful weekend.
Thanks
Craig

#1. After a few of these, I've decided that weather trumps everything else in a marathon. I went through the first half in 2:14 Sunday and felt great, but then the humidity (plus a pop in that dumb right hamstring) ended any hope I had of sub-4:30 (or even sub-5 for that matter).
Talking with everyone after the race, and again Monday morning, the universal theme was "my first half was good/great, but the second was brutal." I think this held for everyone except for Dana and Steve, who really tore up both halfs (congratulations again you two, great result). There is no doubt in my mind that 10 degrees of temp and 20 degrees of dewpoint lower and we would all have done so much better. This would usually drive me nuts, so perhaps I finally am growing up after all.
#2. Everyone I know showed huge courage on Sunday, the finishers and those who intelligently decided that today wasn't the day. To hear people talking about IBT issues, feelings of disorientation, needing to lie down for a few minutes, and stuff like that was humbling. I thought I was sucking it up and toughing it out, but I didn't face anything like many of you. I'm so impressed with the innards everyone displayed out there. And to those who realized going further meant a trip to the hospital, thank you for making the right choice. There will always be other days and other races.
#3. THANK YOU SUPPORTERS, from the bottom of my heart, for being all over the course for we the runners. At every location I thought about you as I got within a mile or so, and it pulled me on. And thank you for telling me I was looking good, when I know darn well I wasn't

#4. And most importantly, I observed perhaps the most amazing husband-wife interaction, on the largest scale, that I've ever seen. I simply cannot count the number of times I saw spouses interacting with respect, support, caring, and true love. Seeing couples who get what a marriage is all about, love and support, was pretty cool. Maybe my old gym teacher's advice to "take a lap" really works. Instead of counselling simply make married couples train for and run a marathon.
I have tried to catch every pair that I saw, this year or last, in a moment of beauty. If I missed some of you, and I'm sure I did, please accept my apology in advance, but I saw the following pairs behaving in a lovely manner to one another:
Carrie & Scott (and to us as well, thanks for everything)
Matt & Cheryl
Cam & Howard
Lily & Ted
Judy & Charlie
Kristi & Chad
Stephanie & Scott
Steve & Krista
Rhonda & Mike
Heather & Kevin
Mel & Jeff
Dave & Erica
Karen & John
Pat & Jim
Anne & Robert
Angie & Bobby
Bill & Lynnda
Jen & Mr. Jen (sorry, I didn't get his name)
Sarah & Mr. Sarah (Again)
Big Vic & Mrs. Big Vic (again)
And hopefully us as well. Holding my bride after the race, as she wore her medal, along with ice bags on both knees, was pretty magical indeed.
This wasn't my best race, but it was a wonderful weekend.
Thanks
Craig