twentysix miles in twentysix years.

done and done. and there was something symbolic about miles twentyone through twentyfour. the hardest ones, by far. it's interesting that those miles measure up with my post-college-try-to-figure-out-what-i-want-in-life years. though, it's not like miles twentyfive and twentysix got any easier... and if that isn't a life message, i don't know what is: this race, this thing we call life, it's not getting any easier as we keep running. sure, it becomes more familiar and we learn more about how to run and become an expert at running. but easier? never.

anyway. the marathon is over. i'm pain free and excited to set the next goal. thanks for putting up with my running stories and journeying with me to december twelfth.