my hero

I know it sounds silly, but I have such a new admiration and respect for my husband since he finished a full marathon this past Sunday. His trusty legs carried him over the Golden Gate bridge, up and down the hills of San Francisco and back to the Embarcadero by the bay. I kept tabs on where he was with his text messages and met him at a couple of mile markers to cheer him on and take some photos. It was the hardest thing he's ever done. The first words out of his mouth after he crossed the finish line were, "I'm never doing that again." I rushed around to the food booths, snatching up any bit of nourishment I could find. I handed him a cheese quesadilla, and he threw it on the ground. I can't blame him -- what's a cheese quesadilla doing in the post-marathon refreshments selection? Anyway, I took some photos along the course and by the finish line so we could share them with all of you.