What I did before the marathon, with a black Sharpie:
What I did during the marathon, with Alex 
oniugnip: beat my previous PR by 54 seconds, despite my concerns. I was able to do it because of Alex, who ran just a little in front of me for the entire last half of the race and turned around and yelled "Beautiful girl!" periodically. (Every time I caught up, he'd pull ahead again.) Also: we didn't walk. At all. The whole way. Also: negative splits.
What I did after the marathon, with a ludicrous amount of bubble bath:
And we're about to make stir-fry and have birthday cake with the atl-snack kids. And then all we have to do is go to Japan.
Do birthdays get more perfect?
