the pieces of my life

It wasn’t pretty (well, actually it was gorgeous, but I’m not talking about the scenery), but we made it over the finish line. I’m hoping Ollie forgets the pain soon enough to start planning the next marathon, but I’m not hopeful. However, he made it across in under 5 hours (4:47:23, to be exact), and he can check “marathon” off his life list. And I can be happy that I finally bullied someone into running a marathon! I’ll post more about it when I’m not about to keel over.