sunday was a gorgeous day for watching the marathon after it warmed up a few degrees. i caught the missus at miles 1, 4, 10, 15 and 17. ran 20-22 and 24-end with her. the was in total pain for the last few miles and it was the cheering of the crowd that got her up that last little hill at the finish (i had a great time running behind her and pumping up the crowd). just like last year, she pushed herself in ways that i didn't know a person could. finished in a time that would have qualified her for boston last year but this year they moved it back 5 mins so she's just out.
is there a word that combines indescribable admiration, immense pride and total awe? 'cause that's how i feel about her performance on sunday.