Trust me, they won't be this cheerful in 15 more miles:Check back next March to see if we maintain our idiot statuses and run the damn thing again.
Everybody wants to get on the blog - who is this guy waving to Ann??
Ryan traded Barry in for Sean for a time. This was before he hit the wall. Or laid across it.Here's Barry and I, planning our chaperone trip to Washington, D.C.:
Tommy looking victorious passing the half-marathon mark:
Sean, deep in thought:Believe me, we're no longer happy: Heading into the final mile, Tommy goes solo:And finally, with the American flag serving as our backdrop, everyone is all smiles, because there's a pasta dinner waiting nearby.
Happy, knowing there's only one mile remaining: Barry, protecting his godson from the rogue massage therapists and pill pushers of New Hampshire's mean streets: (there's two stories there, neither one of which will see print on this blog)