heavy medal

It is finished!

On race day, Providence poured rain on every square inch of its 13.1-mile course, except for under its bridges.  So generous, that Providence.

But despite the saturated socks and shoes and the unkind placement of hills, glory to God, Bethany and I finished.



(Forgive the photo quality.  We weren't willing to walk any further for a post-race shot than the first hotel maid we saw.)

Almost 36 hours later, I'm still limping on stairs, but my body has finally begun to forgive me for thinking I was fit enough to tackle such nonsense.

Maybe I'll consider another one, but for now, I'll just enjoy the heavy medal.