Catie had mentioned that running a marathon can be a little bit emotional.
“Whatever.” said the woman that cries at Hallmark commercials.
This is a lousy picture. After about 10 (literally) attempts to get a decent picture, I gave up. No runner needs a stalker… The caption explains that the runner is running in memory of his son – who died of cancer. Yeah, I lost it just typing that. Something tells me there is some symbolism in the Yoda backpack as well.
This guy passed us multiple times – I lost it every. single. time.
Gospel Choir
This choir was dancin’, and clappin’, worshipin’ and singin’ mere feet from the finish line. We passed them, rounded a corner, and there it was. Their singing was the last thing we heard before the cheering of the crowd. I wish I could remember what they were singing – it was a great song!
I had a hard time hiding my tears from Kellie.
