Thank you. Thank you, all. You seriously are a part of me wanting to do better and better while keeping it all fun. This race was truly a thing of beauty for me. While on the course, knowing the pace was blazing and wondering if I could finish, I kept telling myself that although I might blow up, I was on top of the world, running at pace, striding through up and down the hills of Maine, in my element, not wanting to be anyplace else. That's when I saw a Llama on the side of the road; a Maine farmer was out walking it, cheering on us runners. But after that, that's when it got very, very difficult. The rest of the way in was about playing mind games to keep me engaged, smiling at the few spectators, and knocking cups of water out of aid station volunteer hands because, well, I had nothing left. I held on in large part to you all here. I kid not. Because you've all given me the confidence to not only think I can hold on another mile longer, but also the confidence to even TRY to hold on.
So thank YOU!
